ALI: We have the debut of a new girl Meral.
MERAL: Yes, and from what I have seen, she could be a future superstar.
ALI: The participants are in the ring so let’s go to the ring for the action.
In opposite corners of the ring stood the combatants; Trish Swander in the blue corner and Shereen Fons
in the red corner. The Texas blonde was the taller of the two and wore a cowgirl theme outfit; a white halter
top tied just below her breasts with a sequined mini-vest over top, matching short-shorts and knee high
wrestling boots. On the other side of the ring was the Middle-Eastern powerhouse, Shareen. The striking
brunette wore a tight white wife-beater top and black leather bellbottom pants over wrestling boots. The
simplicity of the outfit spoke volumes about her determination and focus.
MERAL: Yes, and from what I have seen, she could be a future superstar.
ALI: The participants are in the ring so let’s go to the ring for the action.
In opposite corners of the ring stood the combatants; Trish Swander in the blue corner and Shereen Fons
in the red corner. The Texas blonde was the taller of the two and wore a cowgirl theme outfit; a white halter
top tied just below her breasts with a sequined mini-vest over top, matching short-shorts and knee high
wrestling boots. On the other side of the ring was the Middle-Eastern powerhouse, Shareen. The striking
brunette wore a tight white wife-beater top and black leather bellbottom pants over wrestling boots. The
simplicity of the outfit spoke volumes about her determination and focus.
DING!
The bell sounded as Shereen and Trish locked up. The taller blonde attempted to push back on Sher, but
was shocked when the smaller powerhouse didn’t even budge. Trish attempted to push back again,
getting the same result. Suddenly, Sher smirked and let out a scream, before shoving Trish off of her.
Trish rolled on the canvas, and used the ropes to bring herself to her knees, with a shocked look on her
face. Sher merely stood there and flexed, mocking her opponent.
SHEREEN: What’s wrong? I thought you were strong? I dare you to try again.
Trish came forward for a lockup, but as Sher lifted her arms up, Trish booted her in the gut, bending over
the powerhouse from Lebanon. Trish locked on a headlock and ground her biceps into Shereen’s head.
Sher backed up to the ropes, and used them to free herself, whipping the “Texas Rose” across the ring.
Trish ran across the ring, and attempted to use her size to knock over Shereen with a shoulderblock.
Shereen didn’t even budge, merely smirking at her opponent, as Trish ran off the ropes. Again Trish
attempted a shoulder block, but Shereen just planted her feet, and flexed her biceps.
SHEREEN: Come on tough girl. Try it again.
Trish looked incredulous as she ran off the ropes. This time she leapt through the air, attempting a cross
body, but the Lebanese powerhouse caught her in midair. Shereen cradled Trish in her arms and lifted
her in the air, before slamming Trish down into her knee. Trish screamed in pain as Sher effortlessly
picked her up again, cradling Trish, then dropped straight to the canvas, crushing Trish underneath her.
ALI: My god, look at the power of this woman.
MERAL: She outweighs Trish by forty pounds. That’s got to play hell with her ribs.
ALI: You think?
Shereen flexed and smiled, before pulling Trish up to her feet. Shereen wrapped her powerful arms
around Trish’s back, and lifted her off the ground, before running straight forward, driving Trish’s spine into
the turnbuckles. Trish hung to the turnbuckles, arching her back in pain, as Shereen bent over, driving
her shoulder into Trish’s ribs three times.
SHEREEN: You’re already in pain and I’ve barely gotten started. What’s the matter? Can’t handle my
power? I haven’t even used my strength yet.
Shereen grabbed Trish by the arm, whipping her into the opposite turnbuckle. The force was so great that
Trish arched her back in pain, stumbling forward, but Shereen ran forward, bulldozing her way through
Trish, and splashing her in the corner. Shereen grabbed a hold of the top rope, and started booting Trish
in the gut, causing the muscular blonde to fall to the canvas. Shereen merely held on to the ropes, and
choked Trish with her boot. The referee started counting, but Shereen broke the hold before she could be
disqualified.
Shereen flexed again, posing dominantly, before picking up Trish and nearly taking her head off with a
short-arm clothesline. Shereen held on to Trish’s arm and picked her up again, before delivering another
clothesline. She pulled Trish up again but let go, as Trish stood on wobbly knees. Shereen flexed in front
of her again, before her eyes got deathly serious.
SHEREEN: Good night bitch.
Suddenly, Shereen spun around at high speeds, smacking Trish across the side of the face with a spinning
back fist. Trish’s head snapped to the side, and spit flew out of her mouth as she collapsed to the ground,
barely moving.
ALI: HOLY CRAP!
MERAL: WOW! What a shot!
ALI: She just about broke her head off with that! Where did this woman come from?
MERAL: I don’t know but I like what I see. She is demolishing Trish Swander tonight.
Shereen had a big smile on her face as she hauled Trish up on her shoulder. It seemed like she was light
as a feather to the powerhouse, as Shereen merely marched around the ring, biceps flexed. Shereen
squatted five times, out of complete arrogance, then ran forward, driving Trish in to the canvas with a
running powerslam.
SHEREEN: Come on girl. I’m barely using my power and I’m breaking you. I thought you AFW competitors
were supposed to be tough. Just wait until I use my full strength.
Here’s a small taste girl.
Shereen reached down and gripped Trish by the throat, hauling Trish to her feet. Shereen flexed her free
arm, staring coldly into Trish’s eyes, then placed that arm on Trish’s abs, before pressing the blonde up
over her head. Displaying her raw strength, Sher pressed Trish up and down over her head five times,
then ran forward and threw Trish over the top rope. Trish flew through the air, and fell in a heap on the
floor. Shereen just threw her head back and laughed, flexing again as the crowd booed the powerhouse.
ALI: Trish is in big, big trouble. She still hasn’t recovered from that backfist and Shereen is decimating her.
MERAL: This is one of the most promising talents I’ve seen. Trish Swander is being brutalized, and
Shereen doesn’t even look like she’s tried.
Shereen climbed out on the ring apron and posed, measuring her opponent, then leapt off, splashing Trish
in her ribs. Shereen stood up and dusted herself off, before picking Trish up and locking on a bear hug.
The powerhouse then ran forward and drove the Texan’s spine into the ring post. Shereen backed up a
few feet, and turned around, before throwing Trish backwards in a belly-to-belly suplex. Trish flew through
the air and crashed in to the metal ringpost, falling limp on the ground.
Shereen picked up Trish and tossed her into the ring. Shereen climbed in and flexed her biceps, before
kissing them and placing a boot a Trish’s chest.
ONE…
TWO….
THRE….
At the last second, Shereen took her foot off Trish and shook her head.
SHEREEN: I told you. I haven’t even gotten warmed up yet. You know you can’t beat me, but I’m not done
breaking you.
Shereen picked up the limp blonde, and locked on a standing head scissors. Sher grabbed Trish around
the waist, then picked her up and delivered a devastating sit-out powerbomb. The impact was so much
that the force caused the referee to lose his balance.
SHEREEN: That was THE SANDBLASTER [sit-out powerbomb] and no one gets up from it. No one in
Lebanon did. No one in America will. But let’s see what else I have in store for this pathetic company.
Shereen grabbed a hold of the top rope and climbed up to the middle turnbuckle. She smiled as she
bounced twice on the rope, then leapt into the air before slamming into Trish’s body with THE CIRCUIT
BREAKER [flying double stomp], nearly cracking the blonde’s ribs. Trish was brought back to
consciousness by the pain, and let out a scream, as she started clutching her ribs, rolling on the ground
and hacking uncontrollably.
ALI: Referee, you really need to step in here. Trish hasn’t been able to mount any offense, and this is
getting out of hand.
MERAL: Maybe Trish just needs to toughen up a little?
Shereen walked over to Trish, and put her boot on Trish’s face, rolling it to the side and keeping her down
with ease.
SHEREEN: Well it’s obvious you can’t handle the power of my arms. But those aren’t even my best
weapon. Let’s see if you can handle my legs.
Shereen sat down and wrapped her legs around Trish’s ribs, squeezing them in a body scissor. Shereen
didn’t even bother to lock her ankles, just bending back and flexing her legs, bringing a bloodcurdling
scream from Trish.
SHEREEN: Come on loser. I’m not even using half my power. I’m not even locking my ankles yet you’re
flopping around like a fish, helpless to me. I’ll make you a deal. If you can break free, I won’t hurt you
anymore. If not, you’re finished.
Shereen just leaned back, flexing her bicep and balling up her fist, resting her head on it, continuing to
squeeze Trish between her massive, lethal legs. Trish continued to scream in pain, and she could feel her
ribs bending with each powerful flex and thrust. Trish struggled with all her might, but couldn’t break free of
Shereen’s vice grip. Slowly, her efforts faded, with the combined efforts of her beating and Shereen’s legs
sapping all the strength from her. Finally after another minute of struggle, Trish’s head fell to the canvas,
and she panted in heavily, trying to draw in breath.
SHEREEN: You’re pathetic. I’m not even at half strength and I just crushed you like a bitch. Now I hold up
my end of the deal. Let me tell you what’s going to happen, little girl. I’m going to lock my ankles and use
all my power. You are going to pass out, and have your ribs crushed. You’ll probably scream, but believe
me, it won’t last long.
Suddenly, Shereen locked her ankles together and let loose with a burst of power. The pain was so much
that Trish’s eyes widened in fear, but she was so shocked she couldn’t even scream. Shereen started
thrusting and flexing her lethal legs, as Trish’s eyes glazed over. The last thing that Trish felt was a pop in
her rib cage, before passing out from the pain. Mercifully, the referee finally called for the bell.
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner….SHEREEN FONS!!!
Shereen continued squeezing Trish’s ribs, screaming in rage, as a thin trail of blood came down Trish’s
lips. Finally after another minute, Shereen let go of the hold and stood up, flexing her body.
ALI: Thank God this is over. How can anyone handle that sort of brute strength? Trish was merely a play
toy to her.
MERAL: That was one of the most impressive displays of raw power I’ve ever seen. Let me make this
clear. Trish Swander is NOT a weak woman. She is not a soft woman. Shereen merely threw her around
like a rag doll.
The referee came over to Sher and lifted her arm in the air, as Shereen flexed her other bicep. Suddenly,
Shereen spun around and bashed the referee across the face with a spinning back fist, knocking him out
cold.
ALI: WHAT THE HELL?!
Shereen stood over Trish, smiling evilly, staring at her prey. She picked up Trish on her shoulders, locking
her in a torture rack, and bounced her up and down. Trish’s badly injured ribs absorbed all the
punishment, bending and cracking them. Suddenly, Shereen leapt up, and fell to her knees, nearly
bending Trish in half.
SHEREEN: I told you if you couldn’t break free you were finished. Let this be a message to this pathetic
company. Your destroyer is here.
Shereen picked Trish up by the neck with one hand, as Trish hung limply in her arms. Sher let out a
scream of rage, spinning around, and nearly taking her head off with another back fist. Trish spat blood,
as she crashed to the canvas.
Shereen stood over her, like a predator eyeing its dying prey, then picked her up from behind, wrapping
her arms around Trish’s, and locking them around Trish’s ribs, in what she called THE MANGLER [reverse
bear hug]. Shereen picked Trish’s limp body off the ground, and she swung her around like a rag doll.
More blood started to come from Trish’s lips, as the lethal powerhouse continued to crush her.
ALI: LET HER GO!!! She’s gonna break Trish in half!
MERAL: Shouldn’t have been a useless bitch then.
Security hit the ring, trying to free Trish from Shereen’s lethal embrace, but Shereen turned the tables.
She bashed one referee across the face with another back hand, then grabbed another, lifting him over
her head, and throwing him into the arms of more agents on the outside of the ring. Sher turned around,
grabbed hold of the broken blonde, and delivered one more SANDBLASTER (sit-out powerbomb) before
calmly exiting the ring.
Shereen stared back at security and medics tending to Trish, and continued to flex her muscles, screaming
at the crowd.
SHEREEN: You’re worst nightmare is here!! No one can handle my power! That was just a small taste of
what I can do to anyone! I don’t care if you’re a lightweight, middleweight, or heavyweight, if you step in the
ring with me I WILL DESTROY YOU!!!
The bell sounded as Shereen and Trish locked up. The taller blonde attempted to push back on Sher, but
was shocked when the smaller powerhouse didn’t even budge. Trish attempted to push back again,
getting the same result. Suddenly, Sher smirked and let out a scream, before shoving Trish off of her.
Trish rolled on the canvas, and used the ropes to bring herself to her knees, with a shocked look on her
face. Sher merely stood there and flexed, mocking her opponent.
SHEREEN: What’s wrong? I thought you were strong? I dare you to try again.
Trish came forward for a lockup, but as Sher lifted her arms up, Trish booted her in the gut, bending over
the powerhouse from Lebanon. Trish locked on a headlock and ground her biceps into Shereen’s head.
Sher backed up to the ropes, and used them to free herself, whipping the “Texas Rose” across the ring.
Trish ran across the ring, and attempted to use her size to knock over Shereen with a shoulderblock.
Shereen didn’t even budge, merely smirking at her opponent, as Trish ran off the ropes. Again Trish
attempted a shoulder block, but Shereen just planted her feet, and flexed her biceps.
SHEREEN: Come on tough girl. Try it again.
Trish looked incredulous as she ran off the ropes. This time she leapt through the air, attempting a cross
body, but the Lebanese powerhouse caught her in midair. Shereen cradled Trish in her arms and lifted
her in the air, before slamming Trish down into her knee. Trish screamed in pain as Sher effortlessly
picked her up again, cradling Trish, then dropped straight to the canvas, crushing Trish underneath her.
ALI: My god, look at the power of this woman.
MERAL: She outweighs Trish by forty pounds. That’s got to play hell with her ribs.
ALI: You think?
Shereen flexed and smiled, before pulling Trish up to her feet. Shereen wrapped her powerful arms
around Trish’s back, and lifted her off the ground, before running straight forward, driving Trish’s spine into
the turnbuckles. Trish hung to the turnbuckles, arching her back in pain, as Shereen bent over, driving
her shoulder into Trish’s ribs three times.
SHEREEN: You’re already in pain and I’ve barely gotten started. What’s the matter? Can’t handle my
power? I haven’t even used my strength yet.
Shereen grabbed Trish by the arm, whipping her into the opposite turnbuckle. The force was so great that
Trish arched her back in pain, stumbling forward, but Shereen ran forward, bulldozing her way through
Trish, and splashing her in the corner. Shereen grabbed a hold of the top rope, and started booting Trish
in the gut, causing the muscular blonde to fall to the canvas. Shereen merely held on to the ropes, and
choked Trish with her boot. The referee started counting, but Shereen broke the hold before she could be
disqualified.
Shereen flexed again, posing dominantly, before picking up Trish and nearly taking her head off with a
short-arm clothesline. Shereen held on to Trish’s arm and picked her up again, before delivering another
clothesline. She pulled Trish up again but let go, as Trish stood on wobbly knees. Shereen flexed in front
of her again, before her eyes got deathly serious.
SHEREEN: Good night bitch.
Suddenly, Shereen spun around at high speeds, smacking Trish across the side of the face with a spinning
back fist. Trish’s head snapped to the side, and spit flew out of her mouth as she collapsed to the ground,
barely moving.
ALI: HOLY CRAP!
MERAL: WOW! What a shot!
ALI: She just about broke her head off with that! Where did this woman come from?
MERAL: I don’t know but I like what I see. She is demolishing Trish Swander tonight.
Shereen had a big smile on her face as she hauled Trish up on her shoulder. It seemed like she was light
as a feather to the powerhouse, as Shereen merely marched around the ring, biceps flexed. Shereen
squatted five times, out of complete arrogance, then ran forward, driving Trish in to the canvas with a
running powerslam.
SHEREEN: Come on girl. I’m barely using my power and I’m breaking you. I thought you AFW competitors
were supposed to be tough. Just wait until I use my full strength.
Here’s a small taste girl.
Shereen reached down and gripped Trish by the throat, hauling Trish to her feet. Shereen flexed her free
arm, staring coldly into Trish’s eyes, then placed that arm on Trish’s abs, before pressing the blonde up
over her head. Displaying her raw strength, Sher pressed Trish up and down over her head five times,
then ran forward and threw Trish over the top rope. Trish flew through the air, and fell in a heap on the
floor. Shereen just threw her head back and laughed, flexing again as the crowd booed the powerhouse.
ALI: Trish is in big, big trouble. She still hasn’t recovered from that backfist and Shereen is decimating her.
MERAL: This is one of the most promising talents I’ve seen. Trish Swander is being brutalized, and
Shereen doesn’t even look like she’s tried.
Shereen climbed out on the ring apron and posed, measuring her opponent, then leapt off, splashing Trish
in her ribs. Shereen stood up and dusted herself off, before picking Trish up and locking on a bear hug.
The powerhouse then ran forward and drove the Texan’s spine into the ring post. Shereen backed up a
few feet, and turned around, before throwing Trish backwards in a belly-to-belly suplex. Trish flew through
the air and crashed in to the metal ringpost, falling limp on the ground.
Shereen picked up Trish and tossed her into the ring. Shereen climbed in and flexed her biceps, before
kissing them and placing a boot a Trish’s chest.
ONE…
TWO….
THRE….
At the last second, Shereen took her foot off Trish and shook her head.
SHEREEN: I told you. I haven’t even gotten warmed up yet. You know you can’t beat me, but I’m not done
breaking you.
Shereen picked up the limp blonde, and locked on a standing head scissors. Sher grabbed Trish around
the waist, then picked her up and delivered a devastating sit-out powerbomb. The impact was so much
that the force caused the referee to lose his balance.
SHEREEN: That was THE SANDBLASTER [sit-out powerbomb] and no one gets up from it. No one in
Lebanon did. No one in America will. But let’s see what else I have in store for this pathetic company.
Shereen grabbed a hold of the top rope and climbed up to the middle turnbuckle. She smiled as she
bounced twice on the rope, then leapt into the air before slamming into Trish’s body with THE CIRCUIT
BREAKER [flying double stomp], nearly cracking the blonde’s ribs. Trish was brought back to
consciousness by the pain, and let out a scream, as she started clutching her ribs, rolling on the ground
and hacking uncontrollably.
ALI: Referee, you really need to step in here. Trish hasn’t been able to mount any offense, and this is
getting out of hand.
MERAL: Maybe Trish just needs to toughen up a little?
Shereen walked over to Trish, and put her boot on Trish’s face, rolling it to the side and keeping her down
with ease.
SHEREEN: Well it’s obvious you can’t handle the power of my arms. But those aren’t even my best
weapon. Let’s see if you can handle my legs.
Shereen sat down and wrapped her legs around Trish’s ribs, squeezing them in a body scissor. Shereen
didn’t even bother to lock her ankles, just bending back and flexing her legs, bringing a bloodcurdling
scream from Trish.
SHEREEN: Come on loser. I’m not even using half my power. I’m not even locking my ankles yet you’re
flopping around like a fish, helpless to me. I’ll make you a deal. If you can break free, I won’t hurt you
anymore. If not, you’re finished.
Shereen just leaned back, flexing her bicep and balling up her fist, resting her head on it, continuing to
squeeze Trish between her massive, lethal legs. Trish continued to scream in pain, and she could feel her
ribs bending with each powerful flex and thrust. Trish struggled with all her might, but couldn’t break free of
Shereen’s vice grip. Slowly, her efforts faded, with the combined efforts of her beating and Shereen’s legs
sapping all the strength from her. Finally after another minute of struggle, Trish’s head fell to the canvas,
and she panted in heavily, trying to draw in breath.
SHEREEN: You’re pathetic. I’m not even at half strength and I just crushed you like a bitch. Now I hold up
my end of the deal. Let me tell you what’s going to happen, little girl. I’m going to lock my ankles and use
all my power. You are going to pass out, and have your ribs crushed. You’ll probably scream, but believe
me, it won’t last long.
Suddenly, Shereen locked her ankles together and let loose with a burst of power. The pain was so much
that Trish’s eyes widened in fear, but she was so shocked she couldn’t even scream. Shereen started
thrusting and flexing her lethal legs, as Trish’s eyes glazed over. The last thing that Trish felt was a pop in
her rib cage, before passing out from the pain. Mercifully, the referee finally called for the bell.
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner….SHEREEN FONS!!!
Shereen continued squeezing Trish’s ribs, screaming in rage, as a thin trail of blood came down Trish’s
lips. Finally after another minute, Shereen let go of the hold and stood up, flexing her body.
ALI: Thank God this is over. How can anyone handle that sort of brute strength? Trish was merely a play
toy to her.
MERAL: That was one of the most impressive displays of raw power I’ve ever seen. Let me make this
clear. Trish Swander is NOT a weak woman. She is not a soft woman. Shereen merely threw her around
like a rag doll.
The referee came over to Sher and lifted her arm in the air, as Shereen flexed her other bicep. Suddenly,
Shereen spun around and bashed the referee across the face with a spinning back fist, knocking him out
cold.
ALI: WHAT THE HELL?!
Shereen stood over Trish, smiling evilly, staring at her prey. She picked up Trish on her shoulders, locking
her in a torture rack, and bounced her up and down. Trish’s badly injured ribs absorbed all the
punishment, bending and cracking them. Suddenly, Shereen leapt up, and fell to her knees, nearly
bending Trish in half.
SHEREEN: I told you if you couldn’t break free you were finished. Let this be a message to this pathetic
company. Your destroyer is here.
Shereen picked Trish up by the neck with one hand, as Trish hung limply in her arms. Sher let out a
scream of rage, spinning around, and nearly taking her head off with another back fist. Trish spat blood,
as she crashed to the canvas.
Shereen stood over her, like a predator eyeing its dying prey, then picked her up from behind, wrapping
her arms around Trish’s, and locking them around Trish’s ribs, in what she called THE MANGLER [reverse
bear hug]. Shereen picked Trish’s limp body off the ground, and she swung her around like a rag doll.
More blood started to come from Trish’s lips, as the lethal powerhouse continued to crush her.
ALI: LET HER GO!!! She’s gonna break Trish in half!
MERAL: Shouldn’t have been a useless bitch then.
Security hit the ring, trying to free Trish from Shereen’s lethal embrace, but Shereen turned the tables.
She bashed one referee across the face with another back hand, then grabbed another, lifting him over
her head, and throwing him into the arms of more agents on the outside of the ring. Sher turned around,
grabbed hold of the broken blonde, and delivered one more SANDBLASTER (sit-out powerbomb) before
calmly exiting the ring.
Shereen stared back at security and medics tending to Trish, and continued to flex her muscles, screaming
at the crowd.
SHEREEN: You’re worst nightmare is here!! No one can handle my power! That was just a small taste of
what I can do to anyone! I don’t care if you’re a lightweight, middleweight, or heavyweight, if you step in the
ring with me I WILL DESTROY YOU!!!
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