6 MONTHS AGO
FUCKING SONS OF BITCHES!
That thought ran through Shereen’s mind like a locomotive on a straight-a-way. The exotic powerhouse
had a throbbing migraine and it seemed to show no signs of letting up. As Shereen sat back in the
dressing room chair, she ignored the few stragglers who were busy packing up their gear before heading
out. The pain was obviously a result of the scores Sher had received only an hour ago during the
bodybuilding competition she had failed to win. While the scores were respectable, they only amounted to
a sixth place showing; well behind the more fitness-like women who had taken up the top five spots.
Outside in the arena, only a few diehard fans remained, hopeful that one of their favorites would grace
them with another appearance before leaving. The final day of the expo would be the following day and
then onto another competition.
Sher glanced sideways and managed to see one of the fitness girls just before she zipped up her sweats
and disappeared from the room. Now those women were an albatross around the neck of women like
Sher. With their holier-than-thou attitude toward true bodybuilders, fitness women always started Sher’s
blood boiling. They dismissed all the female bodybuilders as freaks or man-beasts and ridiculed the
workout regime the bodybuilders went through as ‘soft’.
“Soft huh”, muttered Sher to nobody in particular, “I wonder how soft they’d think I was if I were crushing
their heads between my thighs?”
“Frustrated, eh” said a voice behind Sher. When the Lebanese bombshell turned around, she was face to
face with fellow bodybuilder, Anne Sheehan.
“I told you to ease up on those weights. You wound up too ripped……unlike me. Now this is perfection.”
For emphasis, Anne twirled once before flexing slightly.
“I am not in the mood Anne,” hissed Shereen. Anne had been at Sher’s first competition and quickly
proceeded to point out all the things that were wrong with her body. Now, a year and three competitions
later, nothing had changed. Anne still succeeded in getting under Sher’s skin with her catty comments and
veiled insults.
It didn’t matter to Anne that Sher had been training for years in her native country of Lebanon. Training
that she had to hide due to the stigma that would be attached if it were found out she was doing things that
no woman should be doing…..or so went the thought by the majority of men. Her dedication was second to
none and when she finally made it to the United States, Shereen relished the freedom of expressing herself
through her bodybuilding. To Anne, she was a novice who would never measure up.
“You still daydreaming about the contest? Forget about it. You lost. Just move on and try to remember
what I told you. I know you’re not too bright so I’ll repeat myself slowly. L-E-S-S ……. I-S ……. M-O-R-E.”
“Listen Anne,” shot back Sher as she got up from the couch, “I’ve had a really horrible day. I-“
“Horrible? You have no idea what horrible is,” droned on the brunette, “I’ve still got to go home to tend to
my kids and my husband. And I’ll still do my evening cardio. You should be so perfect.”
“That’s it!” exploded Sher as she got face to face with Anne, “I’ve had it up to here with all your insults and
talking down to me. It’s not bad enough those pea-brained judges just stole this show from me, but now
you want to bitch and nag me about what you think is wrong with me? If you want to stay healthy, you’d
better just shut your trap and go home Or else.”
“Or else what? You’ll waddle over here with your fat ass and AIEEEE”
Anne’s words were cut short as Sher backhanded her partner, the blow sending her crashing to the carpet.
“HOW DARE YOU HIT ME YOU CU-MMPPH”
The brunette never got to finish her sentence as Sher stepped forward and wrapped her legs around the
older woman’s head and began to squeeze. Anne’s muffled cries filled the air as Sher grabbed the
brunette by the wrists to prevent her struggling.
“C’mon Anne….tell me again how stupid I am. Tell me how fat I am. What? No witty comebacks?”
Tears ran down Anne’s face as Sher increased the pressure, making it feel as though her head was in an
industrial vice. Finally, Sher released her victim and stood over the trembling brunette. Wordless, the
Lebanese beauty lay down on the carpet and wrapped her steel-like legs around Anne’s ribs.
“So, Anne, tell me again how great you are. I think you once said you were the professional and I was the
amateur. What do you think of me now?”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!! YOU’RE BREAKING MY RIBS!!!!”
Anne’s screams were heard for another before Sher really amped up the pressure and it became nearly
impossible for Anne to breathe. Just before the brunette passed out, Sher released her antagonist and
stood over her. The powerhouse bent over and whispered in Anne’s ear.
“You don’t get off that easy. I am going to make this night a living hell for you so get ready…….here comes
the pain.”
Anne’s screams filled the air for the next hour as Sher took the brunette’s breath away with a multitude of
scissors.
1 MONTH AGO
…..8….9….10.
Anne sweated profusely on the bench press as she grinded out the rest of her reps. Everyone in the gym
shied away from Anne every time she was here working out. She used to be friends with a lot of the people
there, but over the last few months, she had become as cold as ice. She had caused several fights in the
gym, and had gotten so cruel that the owners were afraid to kick her out. They tolerated her as long as
Anne confined herself to the weights.
That suited Anne just fine. Day after day, she worked herself past the point of exhaustion. Her muscles
screamed at her for a reprieve, but Anne continued pumping rep after rep. As the days went by, Anne’s
body transformed. Gone was any lingering bit of fat, any flaw in her physique. Her raw power grew along
with it, and as Anne flexed her bicep and stared at it, she knew she had achieved perfection.
All of this was because of that bitch. Ever since that night that Shereen had humiliated her, all Anne could
think of was revenge. Anne dreamt of that night for months. The pain, the humiliation. Anne wrapped
herself in her anger, and was going to do whatever it took for revenge. When the AFW came calling, Anne
jumped at the chance, under one condition: her first match was against that bitch, and she could have any
type of match she wanted.
Anne finished off her last rep, then sat up and stared in the mirror. She looked into her eyes. She didn’t
recognize the woman she saw back. That woman scared her. Maybe that was because…she liked what
she saw.
Anne flexed again, and kissed her bicep. This would be fun.
TODAY
ALI: Welcome back everyone, to some more I.M.P.W. action! Tonight we’ve got a huge grudge match that
was specifically requested by one of our debuting wrestlers. Tonight features the highly anticipated debut
of Anne Sheehan. And she’ll be squaring off with newcomer Shereen Fons, in a Hardcore Match!
MERAL: The wrestling community has been buzzing about Anne, saying its only a matter of time before
she becomes a legend in this industry. She’s incredibly powerful, and from what I’ve heard, is as bad-ass
as they come. The woman she’s taking on is no slouch though. Shereen devastated Trish Swander in her
debut, but let’s face it. That was Trish Swander, not someone as powerful as Anne.
As both women were still newcomers, entrances had not been set up for the two competitors, who were
already standing in the ring. Anne had chosen a red top, with matching tights, and she stared at Shereen
with a fiery intensity. Shereen was dressed in a black leather, dominatrix outfit, which left her arms and legs
completely free. She merely smirked at Anne, and flexed her huge biceps, before depositing a bag on the
outside of the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Trenton, New Jersey,
standing 5’4 and weighing in 170lbs….she is “The Giant Slayer”… ANNE SHEEHAN!!!!
Anne flexed her large biceps, staring hard at the arrogant woman from Lebanon. It seemed like at any
moment, Anne could explode with rage. For her part, Shereen merely smirked at her.
RING ANNOUNCER: And her opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, standing 5’5 and weighing in at
180lbs……she is the “Desert Destroyer”….SHEREEN FONS!!!
Shereen flexed her biceps and then rubbed her enormous legs, smirking over at Anne.
FUCKING SONS OF BITCHES!
That thought ran through Shereen’s mind like a locomotive on a straight-a-way. The exotic powerhouse
had a throbbing migraine and it seemed to show no signs of letting up. As Shereen sat back in the
dressing room chair, she ignored the few stragglers who were busy packing up their gear before heading
out. The pain was obviously a result of the scores Sher had received only an hour ago during the
bodybuilding competition she had failed to win. While the scores were respectable, they only amounted to
a sixth place showing; well behind the more fitness-like women who had taken up the top five spots.
Outside in the arena, only a few diehard fans remained, hopeful that one of their favorites would grace
them with another appearance before leaving. The final day of the expo would be the following day and
then onto another competition.
Sher glanced sideways and managed to see one of the fitness girls just before she zipped up her sweats
and disappeared from the room. Now those women were an albatross around the neck of women like
Sher. With their holier-than-thou attitude toward true bodybuilders, fitness women always started Sher’s
blood boiling. They dismissed all the female bodybuilders as freaks or man-beasts and ridiculed the
workout regime the bodybuilders went through as ‘soft’.
“Soft huh”, muttered Sher to nobody in particular, “I wonder how soft they’d think I was if I were crushing
their heads between my thighs?”
“Frustrated, eh” said a voice behind Sher. When the Lebanese bombshell turned around, she was face to
face with fellow bodybuilder, Anne Sheehan.
“I told you to ease up on those weights. You wound up too ripped……unlike me. Now this is perfection.”
For emphasis, Anne twirled once before flexing slightly.
“I am not in the mood Anne,” hissed Shereen. Anne had been at Sher’s first competition and quickly
proceeded to point out all the things that were wrong with her body. Now, a year and three competitions
later, nothing had changed. Anne still succeeded in getting under Sher’s skin with her catty comments and
veiled insults.
It didn’t matter to Anne that Sher had been training for years in her native country of Lebanon. Training
that she had to hide due to the stigma that would be attached if it were found out she was doing things that
no woman should be doing…..or so went the thought by the majority of men. Her dedication was second to
none and when she finally made it to the United States, Shereen relished the freedom of expressing herself
through her bodybuilding. To Anne, she was a novice who would never measure up.
“You still daydreaming about the contest? Forget about it. You lost. Just move on and try to remember
what I told you. I know you’re not too bright so I’ll repeat myself slowly. L-E-S-S ……. I-S ……. M-O-R-E.”
“Listen Anne,” shot back Sher as she got up from the couch, “I’ve had a really horrible day. I-“
“Horrible? You have no idea what horrible is,” droned on the brunette, “I’ve still got to go home to tend to
my kids and my husband. And I’ll still do my evening cardio. You should be so perfect.”
“That’s it!” exploded Sher as she got face to face with Anne, “I’ve had it up to here with all your insults and
talking down to me. It’s not bad enough those pea-brained judges just stole this show from me, but now
you want to bitch and nag me about what you think is wrong with me? If you want to stay healthy, you’d
better just shut your trap and go home Or else.”
“Or else what? You’ll waddle over here with your fat ass and AIEEEE”
Anne’s words were cut short as Sher backhanded her partner, the blow sending her crashing to the carpet.
“HOW DARE YOU HIT ME YOU CU-MMPPH”
The brunette never got to finish her sentence as Sher stepped forward and wrapped her legs around the
older woman’s head and began to squeeze. Anne’s muffled cries filled the air as Sher grabbed the
brunette by the wrists to prevent her struggling.
“C’mon Anne….tell me again how stupid I am. Tell me how fat I am. What? No witty comebacks?”
Tears ran down Anne’s face as Sher increased the pressure, making it feel as though her head was in an
industrial vice. Finally, Sher released her victim and stood over the trembling brunette. Wordless, the
Lebanese beauty lay down on the carpet and wrapped her steel-like legs around Anne’s ribs.
“So, Anne, tell me again how great you are. I think you once said you were the professional and I was the
amateur. What do you think of me now?”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!! YOU’RE BREAKING MY RIBS!!!!”
Anne’s screams were heard for another before Sher really amped up the pressure and it became nearly
impossible for Anne to breathe. Just before the brunette passed out, Sher released her antagonist and
stood over her. The powerhouse bent over and whispered in Anne’s ear.
“You don’t get off that easy. I am going to make this night a living hell for you so get ready…….here comes
the pain.”
Anne’s screams filled the air for the next hour as Sher took the brunette’s breath away with a multitude of
scissors.
1 MONTH AGO
…..8….9….10.
Anne sweated profusely on the bench press as she grinded out the rest of her reps. Everyone in the gym
shied away from Anne every time she was here working out. She used to be friends with a lot of the people
there, but over the last few months, she had become as cold as ice. She had caused several fights in the
gym, and had gotten so cruel that the owners were afraid to kick her out. They tolerated her as long as
Anne confined herself to the weights.
That suited Anne just fine. Day after day, she worked herself past the point of exhaustion. Her muscles
screamed at her for a reprieve, but Anne continued pumping rep after rep. As the days went by, Anne’s
body transformed. Gone was any lingering bit of fat, any flaw in her physique. Her raw power grew along
with it, and as Anne flexed her bicep and stared at it, she knew she had achieved perfection.
All of this was because of that bitch. Ever since that night that Shereen had humiliated her, all Anne could
think of was revenge. Anne dreamt of that night for months. The pain, the humiliation. Anne wrapped
herself in her anger, and was going to do whatever it took for revenge. When the AFW came calling, Anne
jumped at the chance, under one condition: her first match was against that bitch, and she could have any
type of match she wanted.
Anne finished off her last rep, then sat up and stared in the mirror. She looked into her eyes. She didn’t
recognize the woman she saw back. That woman scared her. Maybe that was because…she liked what
she saw.
Anne flexed again, and kissed her bicep. This would be fun.
TODAY
ALI: Welcome back everyone, to some more I.M.P.W. action! Tonight we’ve got a huge grudge match that
was specifically requested by one of our debuting wrestlers. Tonight features the highly anticipated debut
of Anne Sheehan. And she’ll be squaring off with newcomer Shereen Fons, in a Hardcore Match!
MERAL: The wrestling community has been buzzing about Anne, saying its only a matter of time before
she becomes a legend in this industry. She’s incredibly powerful, and from what I’ve heard, is as bad-ass
as they come. The woman she’s taking on is no slouch though. Shereen devastated Trish Swander in her
debut, but let’s face it. That was Trish Swander, not someone as powerful as Anne.
As both women were still newcomers, entrances had not been set up for the two competitors, who were
already standing in the ring. Anne had chosen a red top, with matching tights, and she stared at Shereen
with a fiery intensity. Shereen was dressed in a black leather, dominatrix outfit, which left her arms and legs
completely free. She merely smirked at Anne, and flexed her huge biceps, before depositing a bag on the
outside of the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Trenton, New Jersey,
standing 5’4 and weighing in 170lbs….she is “The Giant Slayer”… ANNE SHEEHAN!!!!
Anne flexed her large biceps, staring hard at the arrogant woman from Lebanon. It seemed like at any
moment, Anne could explode with rage. For her part, Shereen merely smirked at her.
RING ANNOUNCER: And her opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, standing 5’5 and weighing in at
180lbs……she is the “Desert Destroyer”….SHEREEN FONS!!!
Shereen flexed her biceps and then rubbed her enormous legs, smirking over at Anne.
DING!
The bell rang as Anne got nose to nose with Shereen, looking more furious by the second.
SHEREEN: Something to say?
ANNE: You. You’re gonna try to mock me again? Look at me Shereen. You’re not taking me by surprise
this time. I’m stronger than I ever was, and I’m going to live up to my new name and beat you within an inch
of your fucking life!!
Anne screamed and threw a punch at Shereen. Her rage quickly turned to shock as Shereen merely
grabbed her fist and started to squeeze on it. Anne let out a scream of pain, as she fell to her knees.
SHEREEN: I think not.
Shereen’s face turned sadistic as she hauled Anne to her feet, then spun around and smashed Anne
across her face with a spinning back fist. Spit flew out of Anne’s mouth as she crumbled to the ground.
SHEREEN: What’s wrong bitch? Come on, aren’t you fucking perfect?!
Shereen hauled Anne to her feet and then wrapped her arms around the Giant Slayer’s back. She lifted
Anne into the air and ran forward, slamming the powerhouse into the turnbuckles. Anne arched her back
in pain, as Shereen lowered her shoulder and slammed it into her opponent’s gut.
Anne doubled over, as Shereen grabbed her opponent’s arm, whipping her into the opposite corner.
Shereen screamed and ran forward, splashing her body into Anne. Shereen backed up, and grabbed a
stumbling Anne by the throat. The Giant Slayer’s eyes widened in fear as Shereen’s grasp tightened, then
hauled her up in the air, choking her foe as hard as she could. Anne grabbed Shereen’s wrists as she
tried to free herself, but had no success as Shereen continued to choke her. Finally, after nearly twenty
seconds, Shereen let out a scream of rage and threw Anne into the turnbuckle. The powerhouse’s body
whiplashed and Anne fell face-first to the canvas, unmoving.
SHEREEN: I laughed when I saw your challenge bitch. Here you thought you were coming in all big and
bad. Now you know you’re nothing. And since you requested no disqualifications, I get to beat you to a
bloody pulp.
Shereen left the ring, then reached in and grabbed Anne by the legs. Shereen smirked, then pulled back
on Anne as hard as she could, driving Anne’s crotch into the ring post. The brunette let out a scream of
pain, as Shereen pulled on Anne, dragging her outside of the ring. The Desert Destroyer wrapped her
powerful arms around Anne’s back and effortlessly picked her up in the air, before driving her opponent’s
spine into the ringpost. Anne screamed, but Shereen turned around, then popped her hips, sending Anne
flying into the post with a belly-to-belly suplex.
ALI: She’s throwing Anne around like a rag doll!!
MERAL: This has got to be the most impressive rookie in the game. Here we thought this was going to be
a big debut for Anne, and she can’t even mount a bit of offense.
Shereen stood over Anne, flexing her biceps, smirking evilly. Anne finally crawled to her knees and fired a
punch at Shereen’s abs. Shereen didn’t even look fazed. Anne tried another punch, but Shereen grabbed
her fist and started to squeeze on it. Anne tried to use her other arm, but Shereen grabbed it, and held
Anne down on her knees, in a test of strength.
SHEREEN: Come on Anne, you stupid whore. I thought you were better than me you fucking bitch. Isn’t
that what you always used to tell me? Get up, or I break you.
Shereen continued pressing down on Anne, as her opponent moaned in agony. She tried pushing on
Shereen with all her might, but she wouldn’t even budge.
SHEREEN: I knew you were a loser. I’m not even trying. Now, I’m going to hurt you. And if you think what
I did to you at the hotel was bad, you have no idea what you’re going to experience.
Suddenly, Shereen hauled Anne to her feet, and bashed her across the skull with another back fist. This
time blood flew out of her mouth, as Anne fell to the ground, out cold. Shereen merely stood over her
flexing, before smirking and climbing on the apron. Shereen flexed her massive biceps again, before
kissing them. Shereen stared down at Anne and then screamed before leaping off and driving both of her
feet into Anne’s ribcage with her vicious CIRCUIT BREAKER. Anne came awake as she spit up blood while
Shereen merely stood over her laughing.
ALI: She’s just taking Anne apart like she was nothing!
Shereen picked up Anne, lifting her onto Shereen’s massive shoulders. Shereen laughed and pressed her
victim up over her head, holding the older grappler up for over thirty seconds. Shereen suddenly ran
forward and chucked Anne into the ringpost. Anne hit the metal hard and fell to the thinly-padded arena
floor in a heap.
Shereen picked up Anne, and threw the agonized woman over her shoulder. Shereen marched around
ringside, effortlessly holding Anne up, before coming to a halt in front of the announcer’s table.
ALI: I think we’d better move.
MERAL: Me too.
Shereen’s eyes filled with rage, as she dumped Anne forward, dropping her face first on the table.
Shereen seemed to go in a rage, as she ripped the top of the table off, and threw it to the side. Shereen
picked up a television monitor and backed up a few feet. Anne struggled up to her knees, causing
Shereen to scream and run forward, bashing her across the skull and cutting Anne open. Shereen’s eyes
filled with rage, as she propped the now bloodied woman against the table. Shereen picked up the monitor
again and brought it down glass-first over Anne’s skull. The glass shattered, cutting Anne’s face and
sending her crashing to the ground.
Shereen’s eyes filled with rage as she locked her vice-like thighs around Anne’s head in a standing head
scissors. Blood streamed down the older grappler’s face and then ran down the inside of the Desert
Destroyer’s legs. Shereen flexed her massive biceps, crushing Anne’s skull between her legs. After a
minute of pure torture, Shereen wrapped her arms around Anne’s waist, picked her up, and powerbombed
her through the table.
SHEREEN: Look at you, you pathetic bitch. I’m going to break every bone in your body. And there’s
NOTHING you can do to stop me.
Shereen turned around, grabbed the cameraman and ripped the camera out of his hands. Shereen
unplugged all the wires, standing over Anne’s broken body, and brought it up and down over Anne’s ribs,
five times. By now, Anne was a total broken mess; blood streamed down her face as she began to cough
up blood.
Shereen picked Anne up and tossed her closer to the ring, before wrapping the camera’s cords around her
neck. Shereen grabbed the other end and climbed into the ring, holding the cords over the top rope.
Showing off her raw power, Shereen pulled back on the cords, bringing Anne off her feet and choking her
in midair. A thin trail of spit mixed with blood drooled from the corner of Anne’s mouth as she hung there
clawing at the air. Finally, as Anne’s movements nearly stopped, Shereen let her victim go and allowed the
bloodied juggernaut to fall limply to the floor.
Shereen rolled outside, picking Anne up and pressed the blood soaked woman over her head before
throwing her through the ropes. The leather clad dominatrix walked around the ring, picking up the bag
she had brought with her and brought it into the ring. Shereen stood over Anne’s body, and ripped off her
top, exposing the brunette’s red bikini underneath. Shereen then reached into the bag and pulled out
something, before holding it high over her head. It was a leather whip.
ALI: Come one. Enough is enough.
MERAL: Do it.
Shereen cracked the whip once for effect and then lashed out at Anne’s back, ripping her skin open. The
pain was so intense that the semi-conscious Anne was brought back to a state of full consciousness as she
let out a blood curdling scream. Shereen laughed as she cracked the whip again, slashing open Anne’s
skin again. Tears flowed from the brunette’s eyes and mixed with the blood still streaming down her face;
her battered body too beat up to make any attempt to stop the torture.
SHEREEN: Do you like this bitch?
ANNE: Pl..ple..please. S…ss…stop h.h.hurting me.
SHEREEN: Wrong answer.
Shereen cracked the whip again, this time slashing open the back of Anne’s arm.
SHEREEN: Tell me you like it.
ANNE: N..n..noo.
Shereen let out a scream and lashed Anne with the whip again. This shot hit Anne in the back of the neck
and the agony ridden woman screamed in terror, tears flowing freely.
ANNE: P…please s..s..s..stop.
SHEREEN: Now why would I do that?
ANNE: I..I…I’ll do a..a.a..anything
SHEREEN: Hmmm…anything you say?
Shereen put down the whip, but picked up Anne and locked on a bear hug.
Shereen picked Anne off her feet and started swinging her around like a rag doll. Anne screamed in pain
as one of her ribs cracked, but still Anne kept crushing her.
SHEREEN: This is to show you who is the better woman. Isn’t that what you always used to tell me? That
you were perfect? Who’s perfect now bitch?
ANNE: Y…OWWW!!! YOU ARE SHEREEN!!
SHEREEN: NEVER SAY MY NAME!!
Shereen let out a mighty squeeze and swung Anne around again. Anne screamed in agony, unable to
break the Desert Destroyer’s lethal MANGLER [swinging reverse bearhug].
SHEREEN: WHO IS PERFECT?!!
ANNE: Y…you are.
SHEREEN: You are to call me mistress girl. Say it.
ANNE: Y…you…are…mis…mistress.
Shereen dropped Anne to the canvas, then stuck out her leg, flexing it.
SHEREEN: Worship this leg whore.
Anne started bawling, but she did as she was ordered. Blood dripped off Anne’s face, staining Shereen’s
leg, as Anne started to caress and kiss her mistress’s thigh. Suddenly, Shereen thrust her boot out,
pinning Anne down.
SHEREEN: Stay put.
Shereen kept her boot on Anne, humiliating her by continuing to flex and pose, and ignoring the bloody,
broken woman’s cries and tears. Finally, Shereen reached down and picked up her blubbering foe and
locked on a bear hug again, crushing her while looking dead in her eyes.
SHEREEN: You have two choices. One. You become my slave. Two. I cripple you. Decide now. Either
way, you beg for what I do.
ANNE: P…please…mm.m…mistress. L…l…et me bbb…bbe you..you’re sl..slave.
SHEREEN: Very well…..But I’m still going to hurt you.
Anne’s eyes widened in fear as Shereen merely fell forward, crushing Anne underneath her. Shereen
stood up and reached into her bag again, pulling out a pair of handcuffs, then locked Anne’s hands behind
her back.
The powerhouse rolled outside and grabbed a steel chair. Sher looked like she was about to explode with
rage, as she climbed in the ring, then lifted the chair above her head. Sher let out a scream of rage, then
brought the chair down as hard as she could over the back of Anne’s head. Sher grabbed Anne, picked
her up, and threw her into the corner, before slamming the chair in her gut, five straight times. Anne fell
down to the canvas, barely moving, as The Desert Destroyer threw the chair out of the ring so hard, that
fans had to avoid getting hit.
Shereen rolled out of the ring, and grabbed a microphone, before climbing back in, and holding up Anne’s
blood soaked face.
SHEREEN: You’re done whore. You are to never again enter this ring. Do you understand?
ANNE: (weakly) Y…yes…m..m..mis..tress.
SHEREEN: Tell the world who the strongest, deadliest, most perfect woman is.
ANNE: Y…y……
SHEREEN: SAY IT YOU FUCKING BITCH!!
ANNE: You a..are mm..my mi..isstre..ess.
SHEREEN: Very good slave. Tonight once you get patched up, you’re all mine. But now, I finish you.
Shereen sat down and locked her lethal legs around Anne’s head, in her lethal LAST GASP. Shereen
started swinging her legs back and forth, crushing Anne’s skull, and twisting her neck at will. Anne couldn’t
even struggle as her body flopped back and forth, completely helpless. A bubble of blood came out of
Anne’s mouth as her entire body convulsed before laying still. Mercifully, the referee finally called for the
bell.
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner, by knockout…..THE “DESERT DESTROYER” SHEREEN
FONS!!!!!!!!
After another minute of torture, Shereen finally kicked her broken rival off of her. Shereen placed her boot
on Anne’s chest and started posing, displaying her utter dominance. Shereen saw medics running down to
ringside, and got a sick grin on her face. The medics rolled a stretcher to ringside, but Shereen grabbed
Anne and dragged her limp body to the ring apron. She picked up Anne and locked on a standing
bodyscissors, before picking her up and leaping off the apron, delivering a SANDBLASTER [sit-out
powerbomb] right through the stretcher. Security grabbed hold of Shereen and pulled her away from
Anne, but Shereen started swatting the officials away like flies. She grabbed Anne’s face and spit on it,
before posing and leaving to the back.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
Anne woke up to bright overhead lights and the sounds of an emergency room in action. She had injuries
to her ribs which made breathing difficult and her head throbbed as though it were going to explode. She
looked up into the eyes of a nurse who smiled at her and told her that they were going to patch her up just
fine. Muttering a feeble thank you, Anne mercifully passed out again.
When Anne woke up the next time, she immediately realized she was no longer in a hospital. First, she
was strapped upright to a St. Andrews Cross and her body was still aflame with agony. Hacking, Anne tried
to scream but her throat was so dry, she could muster no sound. Anne struggled as much as her battered
body could, but didn’t have the strength to get free. Anne heard laughter coming from the corner, and her
eyes widened in utter fear as she saw her destroyer standing there. Standing in front of her was Shereen
Fons; leather bound and patting her hand with a whip.
SHEREEN: Ahhh, I see you’re finally awake. It’s about time. You've slept over a day and I was afraid the
doctors were wrong about you. Don’t worry, I made sure they fixed you up just enough for them to
reluctantly release you…..but, just barely enough. I want you to know pain tonight slave.
ANNE: P..please….do…
SHEREEN: Hmmm I love it when they say please. And don’t worry, you will beg tonight Anne. You will
know pain. You will know punishment. And you will know once and for all that I, NOT YOU, AM PERFECT!!!
Shereen’s eyes filled with rage, as she cracked her whip and got up close to Anne’s face.
SHEREEN: Let’s begin shall we?
The bell rang as Anne got nose to nose with Shereen, looking more furious by the second.
SHEREEN: Something to say?
ANNE: You. You’re gonna try to mock me again? Look at me Shereen. You’re not taking me by surprise
this time. I’m stronger than I ever was, and I’m going to live up to my new name and beat you within an inch
of your fucking life!!
Anne screamed and threw a punch at Shereen. Her rage quickly turned to shock as Shereen merely
grabbed her fist and started to squeeze on it. Anne let out a scream of pain, as she fell to her knees.
SHEREEN: I think not.
Shereen’s face turned sadistic as she hauled Anne to her feet, then spun around and smashed Anne
across her face with a spinning back fist. Spit flew out of Anne’s mouth as she crumbled to the ground.
SHEREEN: What’s wrong bitch? Come on, aren’t you fucking perfect?!
Shereen hauled Anne to her feet and then wrapped her arms around the Giant Slayer’s back. She lifted
Anne into the air and ran forward, slamming the powerhouse into the turnbuckles. Anne arched her back
in pain, as Shereen lowered her shoulder and slammed it into her opponent’s gut.
Anne doubled over, as Shereen grabbed her opponent’s arm, whipping her into the opposite corner.
Shereen screamed and ran forward, splashing her body into Anne. Shereen backed up, and grabbed a
stumbling Anne by the throat. The Giant Slayer’s eyes widened in fear as Shereen’s grasp tightened, then
hauled her up in the air, choking her foe as hard as she could. Anne grabbed Shereen’s wrists as she
tried to free herself, but had no success as Shereen continued to choke her. Finally, after nearly twenty
seconds, Shereen let out a scream of rage and threw Anne into the turnbuckle. The powerhouse’s body
whiplashed and Anne fell face-first to the canvas, unmoving.
SHEREEN: I laughed when I saw your challenge bitch. Here you thought you were coming in all big and
bad. Now you know you’re nothing. And since you requested no disqualifications, I get to beat you to a
bloody pulp.
Shereen left the ring, then reached in and grabbed Anne by the legs. Shereen smirked, then pulled back
on Anne as hard as she could, driving Anne’s crotch into the ring post. The brunette let out a scream of
pain, as Shereen pulled on Anne, dragging her outside of the ring. The Desert Destroyer wrapped her
powerful arms around Anne’s back and effortlessly picked her up in the air, before driving her opponent’s
spine into the ringpost. Anne screamed, but Shereen turned around, then popped her hips, sending Anne
flying into the post with a belly-to-belly suplex.
ALI: She’s throwing Anne around like a rag doll!!
MERAL: This has got to be the most impressive rookie in the game. Here we thought this was going to be
a big debut for Anne, and she can’t even mount a bit of offense.
Shereen stood over Anne, flexing her biceps, smirking evilly. Anne finally crawled to her knees and fired a
punch at Shereen’s abs. Shereen didn’t even look fazed. Anne tried another punch, but Shereen grabbed
her fist and started to squeeze on it. Anne tried to use her other arm, but Shereen grabbed it, and held
Anne down on her knees, in a test of strength.
SHEREEN: Come on Anne, you stupid whore. I thought you were better than me you fucking bitch. Isn’t
that what you always used to tell me? Get up, or I break you.
Shereen continued pressing down on Anne, as her opponent moaned in agony. She tried pushing on
Shereen with all her might, but she wouldn’t even budge.
SHEREEN: I knew you were a loser. I’m not even trying. Now, I’m going to hurt you. And if you think what
I did to you at the hotel was bad, you have no idea what you’re going to experience.
Suddenly, Shereen hauled Anne to her feet, and bashed her across the skull with another back fist. This
time blood flew out of her mouth, as Anne fell to the ground, out cold. Shereen merely stood over her
flexing, before smirking and climbing on the apron. Shereen flexed her massive biceps again, before
kissing them. Shereen stared down at Anne and then screamed before leaping off and driving both of her
feet into Anne’s ribcage with her vicious CIRCUIT BREAKER. Anne came awake as she spit up blood while
Shereen merely stood over her laughing.
ALI: She’s just taking Anne apart like she was nothing!
Shereen picked up Anne, lifting her onto Shereen’s massive shoulders. Shereen laughed and pressed her
victim up over her head, holding the older grappler up for over thirty seconds. Shereen suddenly ran
forward and chucked Anne into the ringpost. Anne hit the metal hard and fell to the thinly-padded arena
floor in a heap.
Shereen picked up Anne, and threw the agonized woman over her shoulder. Shereen marched around
ringside, effortlessly holding Anne up, before coming to a halt in front of the announcer’s table.
ALI: I think we’d better move.
MERAL: Me too.
Shereen’s eyes filled with rage, as she dumped Anne forward, dropping her face first on the table.
Shereen seemed to go in a rage, as she ripped the top of the table off, and threw it to the side. Shereen
picked up a television monitor and backed up a few feet. Anne struggled up to her knees, causing
Shereen to scream and run forward, bashing her across the skull and cutting Anne open. Shereen’s eyes
filled with rage, as she propped the now bloodied woman against the table. Shereen picked up the monitor
again and brought it down glass-first over Anne’s skull. The glass shattered, cutting Anne’s face and
sending her crashing to the ground.
Shereen’s eyes filled with rage as she locked her vice-like thighs around Anne’s head in a standing head
scissors. Blood streamed down the older grappler’s face and then ran down the inside of the Desert
Destroyer’s legs. Shereen flexed her massive biceps, crushing Anne’s skull between her legs. After a
minute of pure torture, Shereen wrapped her arms around Anne’s waist, picked her up, and powerbombed
her through the table.
SHEREEN: Look at you, you pathetic bitch. I’m going to break every bone in your body. And there’s
NOTHING you can do to stop me.
Shereen turned around, grabbed the cameraman and ripped the camera out of his hands. Shereen
unplugged all the wires, standing over Anne’s broken body, and brought it up and down over Anne’s ribs,
five times. By now, Anne was a total broken mess; blood streamed down her face as she began to cough
up blood.
Shereen picked Anne up and tossed her closer to the ring, before wrapping the camera’s cords around her
neck. Shereen grabbed the other end and climbed into the ring, holding the cords over the top rope.
Showing off her raw power, Shereen pulled back on the cords, bringing Anne off her feet and choking her
in midair. A thin trail of spit mixed with blood drooled from the corner of Anne’s mouth as she hung there
clawing at the air. Finally, as Anne’s movements nearly stopped, Shereen let her victim go and allowed the
bloodied juggernaut to fall limply to the floor.
Shereen rolled outside, picking Anne up and pressed the blood soaked woman over her head before
throwing her through the ropes. The leather clad dominatrix walked around the ring, picking up the bag
she had brought with her and brought it into the ring. Shereen stood over Anne’s body, and ripped off her
top, exposing the brunette’s red bikini underneath. Shereen then reached into the bag and pulled out
something, before holding it high over her head. It was a leather whip.
ALI: Come one. Enough is enough.
MERAL: Do it.
Shereen cracked the whip once for effect and then lashed out at Anne’s back, ripping her skin open. The
pain was so intense that the semi-conscious Anne was brought back to a state of full consciousness as she
let out a blood curdling scream. Shereen laughed as she cracked the whip again, slashing open Anne’s
skin again. Tears flowed from the brunette’s eyes and mixed with the blood still streaming down her face;
her battered body too beat up to make any attempt to stop the torture.
SHEREEN: Do you like this bitch?
ANNE: Pl..ple..please. S…ss…stop h.h.hurting me.
SHEREEN: Wrong answer.
Shereen cracked the whip again, this time slashing open the back of Anne’s arm.
SHEREEN: Tell me you like it.
ANNE: N..n..noo.
Shereen let out a scream and lashed Anne with the whip again. This shot hit Anne in the back of the neck
and the agony ridden woman screamed in terror, tears flowing freely.
ANNE: P…please s..s..s..stop.
SHEREEN: Now why would I do that?
ANNE: I..I…I’ll do a..a.a..anything
SHEREEN: Hmmm…anything you say?
Shereen put down the whip, but picked up Anne and locked on a bear hug.
Shereen picked Anne off her feet and started swinging her around like a rag doll. Anne screamed in pain
as one of her ribs cracked, but still Anne kept crushing her.
SHEREEN: This is to show you who is the better woman. Isn’t that what you always used to tell me? That
you were perfect? Who’s perfect now bitch?
ANNE: Y…OWWW!!! YOU ARE SHEREEN!!
SHEREEN: NEVER SAY MY NAME!!
Shereen let out a mighty squeeze and swung Anne around again. Anne screamed in agony, unable to
break the Desert Destroyer’s lethal MANGLER [swinging reverse bearhug].
SHEREEN: WHO IS PERFECT?!!
ANNE: Y…you are.
SHEREEN: You are to call me mistress girl. Say it.
ANNE: Y…you…are…mis…mistress.
Shereen dropped Anne to the canvas, then stuck out her leg, flexing it.
SHEREEN: Worship this leg whore.
Anne started bawling, but she did as she was ordered. Blood dripped off Anne’s face, staining Shereen’s
leg, as Anne started to caress and kiss her mistress’s thigh. Suddenly, Shereen thrust her boot out,
pinning Anne down.
SHEREEN: Stay put.
Shereen kept her boot on Anne, humiliating her by continuing to flex and pose, and ignoring the bloody,
broken woman’s cries and tears. Finally, Shereen reached down and picked up her blubbering foe and
locked on a bear hug again, crushing her while looking dead in her eyes.
SHEREEN: You have two choices. One. You become my slave. Two. I cripple you. Decide now. Either
way, you beg for what I do.
ANNE: P…please…mm.m…mistress. L…l…et me bbb…bbe you..you’re sl..slave.
SHEREEN: Very well…..But I’m still going to hurt you.
Anne’s eyes widened in fear as Shereen merely fell forward, crushing Anne underneath her. Shereen
stood up and reached into her bag again, pulling out a pair of handcuffs, then locked Anne’s hands behind
her back.
The powerhouse rolled outside and grabbed a steel chair. Sher looked like she was about to explode with
rage, as she climbed in the ring, then lifted the chair above her head. Sher let out a scream of rage, then
brought the chair down as hard as she could over the back of Anne’s head. Sher grabbed Anne, picked
her up, and threw her into the corner, before slamming the chair in her gut, five straight times. Anne fell
down to the canvas, barely moving, as The Desert Destroyer threw the chair out of the ring so hard, that
fans had to avoid getting hit.
Shereen rolled out of the ring, and grabbed a microphone, before climbing back in, and holding up Anne’s
blood soaked face.
SHEREEN: You’re done whore. You are to never again enter this ring. Do you understand?
ANNE: (weakly) Y…yes…m..m..mis..tress.
SHEREEN: Tell the world who the strongest, deadliest, most perfect woman is.
ANNE: Y…y……
SHEREEN: SAY IT YOU FUCKING BITCH!!
ANNE: You a..are mm..my mi..isstre..ess.
SHEREEN: Very good slave. Tonight once you get patched up, you’re all mine. But now, I finish you.
Shereen sat down and locked her lethal legs around Anne’s head, in her lethal LAST GASP. Shereen
started swinging her legs back and forth, crushing Anne’s skull, and twisting her neck at will. Anne couldn’t
even struggle as her body flopped back and forth, completely helpless. A bubble of blood came out of
Anne’s mouth as her entire body convulsed before laying still. Mercifully, the referee finally called for the
bell.
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner, by knockout…..THE “DESERT DESTROYER” SHEREEN
FONS!!!!!!!!
After another minute of torture, Shereen finally kicked her broken rival off of her. Shereen placed her boot
on Anne’s chest and started posing, displaying her utter dominance. Shereen saw medics running down to
ringside, and got a sick grin on her face. The medics rolled a stretcher to ringside, but Shereen grabbed
Anne and dragged her limp body to the ring apron. She picked up Anne and locked on a standing
bodyscissors, before picking her up and leaping off the apron, delivering a SANDBLASTER [sit-out
powerbomb] right through the stretcher. Security grabbed hold of Shereen and pulled her away from
Anne, but Shereen started swatting the officials away like flies. She grabbed Anne’s face and spit on it,
before posing and leaving to the back.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
Anne woke up to bright overhead lights and the sounds of an emergency room in action. She had injuries
to her ribs which made breathing difficult and her head throbbed as though it were going to explode. She
looked up into the eyes of a nurse who smiled at her and told her that they were going to patch her up just
fine. Muttering a feeble thank you, Anne mercifully passed out again.
When Anne woke up the next time, she immediately realized she was no longer in a hospital. First, she
was strapped upright to a St. Andrews Cross and her body was still aflame with agony. Hacking, Anne tried
to scream but her throat was so dry, she could muster no sound. Anne struggled as much as her battered
body could, but didn’t have the strength to get free. Anne heard laughter coming from the corner, and her
eyes widened in utter fear as she saw her destroyer standing there. Standing in front of her was Shereen
Fons; leather bound and patting her hand with a whip.
SHEREEN: Ahhh, I see you’re finally awake. It’s about time. You've slept over a day and I was afraid the
doctors were wrong about you. Don’t worry, I made sure they fixed you up just enough for them to
reluctantly release you…..but, just barely enough. I want you to know pain tonight slave.
ANNE: P..please….do…
SHEREEN: Hmmm I love it when they say please. And don’t worry, you will beg tonight Anne. You will
know pain. You will know punishment. And you will know once and for all that I, NOT YOU, AM PERFECT!!!
Shereen’s eyes filled with rage, as she cracked her whip and got up close to Anne’s face.
SHEREEN: Let’s begin shall we?
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