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In a backstage waiting room, wearing a short, black skirt and tight spandex top, Amy Weber stood with
Michelle Bellini still in her street clothes.
AMY: Michelle, I have to ask, what were you thinking in calling out the Covenant?
MICHELLE: I had no choice. I couldn’t stand idly by and let a group of thugs ruin the LWF. It is an
outrage that they can attack a great wrestler like Kiana like they did and we have seen no fines or
suspensions from management. Of course with the Lawrence sisters running things, I guess I shouldn’t
be surprised.
AMY: Well, management HAS stated they are looking into the incident, though it is strange no action
has been taken yet. Changing the subject, how do you feel about facing Heather Tristany and in her
specialty, a hardcore match?
MICHELLE: Tristany does not scare me and I am glad she accepted the challenge. Heather was a punk
before she joined the Covenant and…
Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Heather rushed in to slam a trash can lid across the back of Michelle's
head, flooring her.
AMY: OH MY GOD! What are you doing, you two have a match later tonight?
HEATHER: No, Ms Webber we have a match now! Bellini here agreed to a hardcore match and that
match has now just started! So, you may want to get your sexy ass out of the way.
Michelle Bellini still in her street clothes.
AMY: Michelle, I have to ask, what were you thinking in calling out the Covenant?
MICHELLE: I had no choice. I couldn’t stand idly by and let a group of thugs ruin the LWF. It is an
outrage that they can attack a great wrestler like Kiana like they did and we have seen no fines or
suspensions from management. Of course with the Lawrence sisters running things, I guess I shouldn’t
be surprised.
AMY: Well, management HAS stated they are looking into the incident, though it is strange no action
has been taken yet. Changing the subject, how do you feel about facing Heather Tristany and in her
specialty, a hardcore match?
MICHELLE: Tristany does not scare me and I am glad she accepted the challenge. Heather was a punk
before she joined the Covenant and…
Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Heather rushed in to slam a trash can lid across the back of Michelle's
head, flooring her.
AMY: OH MY GOD! What are you doing, you two have a match later tonight?
HEATHER: No, Ms Webber we have a match now! Bellini here agreed to a hardcore match and that
match has now just started! So, you may want to get your sexy ass out of the way.
A ref enters behind Heather, looking like he would rather be anywhere else, only to look at Melissa and
shrug, signifying the official start of the match.
Heather grabs Michelle by the hair, pulls her foe to her knees and then, holding the trash can lid like a
shield, slams it into the brunette’s face, knocking the Supercop onto her back; blood streaming from her
nose as she lay sprawled on her back.
HEATHER: Looks like we got a bleeder….just the way I like them!
JAMIE: That was quite a sneaky way for Heather to start this match.
LANA: Hey, it was completely legal. Anything goes in hardcore match and Michelle did ask for it.
JAMIE: I don’t think she asked for a cheap shot.
Grabbing the front of Michelle's t-shirt, Heather yanks it and her arms over her head exposing Michelle's
black satin bra. The Blood Stalker then places the metal lid over Michelle's covered face and gets ready
to stomp on it, but is interrupted by a lucky shot from Michelle; the Supercop's foot smashing up squarely
between the blonde’s legs. Maybe sensing she got in a good shot, Michelle pulls her foot back and lands
a second one, sending Heather staggering backwards, her hands between her legs.
Michelle rips off her now bloody shirt as she gets back to her feet. As the Blood Stalker threw a punch,
Michelle blocked it and staggered the blond with a right of her own; the blow catching Heather on her
chin. The Supercop follows it up with two more big shots to her opponent's face.
JAMIE: Michelle is living up to her Supercop name. She’s overcome Heather’s early cheap tactics and
is taking it to the Blood Stalker.
LANA: Hey, it’s early yet. I’ll bet Heather has plenty more surprises in store for Michelle.
The Italian beauty grabs her opponent but before she can follow up, Heather's hands comes up and
spray mace into Michelle's eyes. With the cheap tactic, the sadistic blonde uses the opportunity to duck
through the nearby doorway. Despite being partially blinded, Michelle starts to chase but is caught
between the door and the frame when the Blood Stalker slams it on her.
Heather shoves Michelle against the door frame and then slams the door onto the brunette’s arm,
prompting the Supercop to scream while clutching her right arm. Grabbing the Italian beauty by the right
wrist, Heather twisted her opponent’s arm, garnering another scream from the brunette; the Blood Stalker
only cutting it off by knocking Michelle to the floor with a sick-looking short clothesline.
Grabbing a nearby folding chair, Heather slammed the backrest down into Michelle's inner elbow.
Holding the steel chair by the legs, the Blood Stalker ground it down as Michelle desperately tried to push
the chair off her arm. Heather finally lifted the chair only to slam it down into Michelle's bicep before she
tossed it aside.
LANA: I guess Michelle will have to learn to eat with her left hand….if she’s in any shape to eat after this,
that is.
JAMIE: I don’t know if Michelle can overcome Heather and her cheap tactics. And even if she does,
there’s always the Covenant to think about.
As Michelle lay cradling her inured arm, Heather slipped off her studded leather belt. Grabbing both
ends, the sadistic blonde looped it over Michelle's head, only to pull it across the Supercop’s face,
yanking back in a modified camel clutch. Michelle's arms waved uselessly as Heather pulled back with all
her might and her laughter mixed with the moans of the brunette.
With a final yank, Heather let Michelle's face fall back to the floor. Grabbing the downed wrestler by the
back of the head and bra strap, the Blood Stalker dragged Michelle over to a nearby metal dumpster.
Lifting her opponent up, Heather shoved Michelle's head and arms over the lip and then slammed the
metal top down onto the back of the brunette’s shoulders, holding her in place.
Grabbing both ends of her studded belt, the Blood Stalker leaned back and whipped the weapon across
Michelle's back over and over; the impacts leaving deep, red marks as the blonde enjoyed Michelle's
cries echoing inside the dumpster. Abruptly, Heather stopped for a moment to admire her handiwork
before she started to tear at Michelle's jeans. A few seconds later, the blonde had pulled them off,
exposing a black satin thong that matched the Supercop’s bra.
Mercilessly, the Blood Stalker then whipped Michelle several times more across the ass and back of her
thighs. Finally, Heather seemed to grow bored and tossed the belt aside, leaving Michelle's back, legs,
and ass covered in red marks and welts, some of them seeping blood. Lifting the top, the Blood Stalker
allows her opponent to crumple to the floor in a pile.
JAMIE: Michelle is writhing in pain thanks to Heather’s despicable tactics. She just whipped the
Supercop like a dog.
LANA: Hey, that’s what you do to an unruly bitch; whip her until she behaves.
After admiring her work, the Blood Stalker lifts the still writhing Michelle up and hoists her up onto her
shoulders. Slowly, the blonde backs away from the metal dumpster a few steps before she runs forward,
chucks Michelle into the air, allowing her to crash face-first into the metal bin, completing a variation of
her move, SNAKE EYES [face drop onto exposed turnbuckle]. Michelle basks in the screams of her
opponent while Michelle crashes to the floor and clutches at her face with blood seeping between her
fingers.
As Michelle lay on the concrete, clutching at her damaged face, Heather then grabs a nearby folding
table and sets it up a few feet away from to the dumpster. The vicious wrestler then hoists Michele up on
top of the dumpster and then climbs up onto the metal bin. Making a throat cutting gesture, the Blood
Stalker hoists her opponent high into the air and held her there, demonstrating her great power. Heather
then falls backward off the top of the dumpster, driving Michelle's face and chest into the table with a
modified version of her finisher, THE HARDCORE DRIVER [reverse brainbuster suplex]. Both women
are down for a moment and the ref actually begins to count, but Heather gets to her feet as Michelle lay
motionless between the two halves of the shattered table; one of the brunette’s muscular legs twitched,
but she showed no other signs of life.
LANA: Goodbye Supercop!
JAMIE: You heartless bitch! Heather may have just maimed Michelle and you act as if it is a celebration.
LANA: Michelle should have learned to keep her mouth shut. Now, it will probably be wired shut so we
won’t have to listen to her for quite some time.
Heather grabbed her twitching opponent by the ankle and dragged Michelle's limp body from the
wreckage. Pulling the brunette’s leg across her body, the Blood Stalker rolled Michelle onto her back
only to then place her boot in the middle of Michelle's chest.
HEATHER: Count her out!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
HEATHER: Keep going, I want a ten count!
The ref looked as if he was about to say something, but then thought better of it.
FOUR….
FIVE…
SIX…
SEVEN…
EIGHT…
NINE…
TEN!!!
The ref signaled the end of the match and then raised the arm of the Blood Stalker.
HEATHER: So much for SUPERcop!
The blonde jerked her arm away from the official and then headed down the nearby hallway, her laughter
echoing though the corridor as medics came to tend to the bloodied Michelle.
AMY: I assume you guys got all that, but appears the Covenant has racked up another victory.
JAMIE: We did and I'll tell you….something smells rotten.
LANA: It's probably Amy.
AMY: What did you say?
LANA: Nothing dear, your earpiece must not be working.
JAMIE: Anyway, we still have a lot of action left tonight so please come back after this short break.
shrug, signifying the official start of the match.
Heather grabs Michelle by the hair, pulls her foe to her knees and then, holding the trash can lid like a
shield, slams it into the brunette’s face, knocking the Supercop onto her back; blood streaming from her
nose as she lay sprawled on her back.
HEATHER: Looks like we got a bleeder….just the way I like them!
JAMIE: That was quite a sneaky way for Heather to start this match.
LANA: Hey, it was completely legal. Anything goes in hardcore match and Michelle did ask for it.
JAMIE: I don’t think she asked for a cheap shot.
Grabbing the front of Michelle's t-shirt, Heather yanks it and her arms over her head exposing Michelle's
black satin bra. The Blood Stalker then places the metal lid over Michelle's covered face and gets ready
to stomp on it, but is interrupted by a lucky shot from Michelle; the Supercop's foot smashing up squarely
between the blonde’s legs. Maybe sensing she got in a good shot, Michelle pulls her foot back and lands
a second one, sending Heather staggering backwards, her hands between her legs.
Michelle rips off her now bloody shirt as she gets back to her feet. As the Blood Stalker threw a punch,
Michelle blocked it and staggered the blond with a right of her own; the blow catching Heather on her
chin. The Supercop follows it up with two more big shots to her opponent's face.
JAMIE: Michelle is living up to her Supercop name. She’s overcome Heather’s early cheap tactics and
is taking it to the Blood Stalker.
LANA: Hey, it’s early yet. I’ll bet Heather has plenty more surprises in store for Michelle.
The Italian beauty grabs her opponent but before she can follow up, Heather's hands comes up and
spray mace into Michelle's eyes. With the cheap tactic, the sadistic blonde uses the opportunity to duck
through the nearby doorway. Despite being partially blinded, Michelle starts to chase but is caught
between the door and the frame when the Blood Stalker slams it on her.
Heather shoves Michelle against the door frame and then slams the door onto the brunette’s arm,
prompting the Supercop to scream while clutching her right arm. Grabbing the Italian beauty by the right
wrist, Heather twisted her opponent’s arm, garnering another scream from the brunette; the Blood Stalker
only cutting it off by knocking Michelle to the floor with a sick-looking short clothesline.
Grabbing a nearby folding chair, Heather slammed the backrest down into Michelle's inner elbow.
Holding the steel chair by the legs, the Blood Stalker ground it down as Michelle desperately tried to push
the chair off her arm. Heather finally lifted the chair only to slam it down into Michelle's bicep before she
tossed it aside.
LANA: I guess Michelle will have to learn to eat with her left hand….if she’s in any shape to eat after this,
that is.
JAMIE: I don’t know if Michelle can overcome Heather and her cheap tactics. And even if she does,
there’s always the Covenant to think about.
As Michelle lay cradling her inured arm, Heather slipped off her studded leather belt. Grabbing both
ends, the sadistic blonde looped it over Michelle's head, only to pull it across the Supercop’s face,
yanking back in a modified camel clutch. Michelle's arms waved uselessly as Heather pulled back with all
her might and her laughter mixed with the moans of the brunette.
With a final yank, Heather let Michelle's face fall back to the floor. Grabbing the downed wrestler by the
back of the head and bra strap, the Blood Stalker dragged Michelle over to a nearby metal dumpster.
Lifting her opponent up, Heather shoved Michelle's head and arms over the lip and then slammed the
metal top down onto the back of the brunette’s shoulders, holding her in place.
Grabbing both ends of her studded belt, the Blood Stalker leaned back and whipped the weapon across
Michelle's back over and over; the impacts leaving deep, red marks as the blonde enjoyed Michelle's
cries echoing inside the dumpster. Abruptly, Heather stopped for a moment to admire her handiwork
before she started to tear at Michelle's jeans. A few seconds later, the blonde had pulled them off,
exposing a black satin thong that matched the Supercop’s bra.
Mercilessly, the Blood Stalker then whipped Michelle several times more across the ass and back of her
thighs. Finally, Heather seemed to grow bored and tossed the belt aside, leaving Michelle's back, legs,
and ass covered in red marks and welts, some of them seeping blood. Lifting the top, the Blood Stalker
allows her opponent to crumple to the floor in a pile.
JAMIE: Michelle is writhing in pain thanks to Heather’s despicable tactics. She just whipped the
Supercop like a dog.
LANA: Hey, that’s what you do to an unruly bitch; whip her until she behaves.
After admiring her work, the Blood Stalker lifts the still writhing Michelle up and hoists her up onto her
shoulders. Slowly, the blonde backs away from the metal dumpster a few steps before she runs forward,
chucks Michelle into the air, allowing her to crash face-first into the metal bin, completing a variation of
her move, SNAKE EYES [face drop onto exposed turnbuckle]. Michelle basks in the screams of her
opponent while Michelle crashes to the floor and clutches at her face with blood seeping between her
fingers.
As Michelle lay on the concrete, clutching at her damaged face, Heather then grabs a nearby folding
table and sets it up a few feet away from to the dumpster. The vicious wrestler then hoists Michele up on
top of the dumpster and then climbs up onto the metal bin. Making a throat cutting gesture, the Blood
Stalker hoists her opponent high into the air and held her there, demonstrating her great power. Heather
then falls backward off the top of the dumpster, driving Michelle's face and chest into the table with a
modified version of her finisher, THE HARDCORE DRIVER [reverse brainbuster suplex]. Both women
are down for a moment and the ref actually begins to count, but Heather gets to her feet as Michelle lay
motionless between the two halves of the shattered table; one of the brunette’s muscular legs twitched,
but she showed no other signs of life.
LANA: Goodbye Supercop!
JAMIE: You heartless bitch! Heather may have just maimed Michelle and you act as if it is a celebration.
LANA: Michelle should have learned to keep her mouth shut. Now, it will probably be wired shut so we
won’t have to listen to her for quite some time.
Heather grabbed her twitching opponent by the ankle and dragged Michelle's limp body from the
wreckage. Pulling the brunette’s leg across her body, the Blood Stalker rolled Michelle onto her back
only to then place her boot in the middle of Michelle's chest.
HEATHER: Count her out!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
HEATHER: Keep going, I want a ten count!
The ref looked as if he was about to say something, but then thought better of it.
FOUR….
FIVE…
SIX…
SEVEN…
EIGHT…
NINE…
TEN!!!
The ref signaled the end of the match and then raised the arm of the Blood Stalker.
HEATHER: So much for SUPERcop!
The blonde jerked her arm away from the official and then headed down the nearby hallway, her laughter
echoing though the corridor as medics came to tend to the bloodied Michelle.
AMY: I assume you guys got all that, but appears the Covenant has racked up another victory.
JAMIE: We did and I'll tell you….something smells rotten.
LANA: It's probably Amy.
AMY: What did you say?
LANA: Nothing dear, your earpiece must not be working.
JAMIE: Anyway, we still have a lot of action left tonight so please come back after this short break.