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Old 07-Feb-17, 23:52
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Lita vs Stan

As a fan of wrestling, Lita had always been Stan’s favorite diva, he jumped for joy when he got the chance to finally challenge her on the mat. The two stared each other down from opposite ends of the room; they slowly shuffled towards each other before locking hands in the center of the mat. Stan gritted his teeth as he pushed Lita down onto one knee. Smirking, Lita fell back flipping Stan onto his back, Stan grunted as Lita flopped down across his waist, he reached up to grab her but she grabbed his wrists and pinned them at his side.

Lita leaned down close to his face, her breath warm on his neck. “You’ve been looking forward to this, haven’t you, Stan?”

“Yeah, but don’t think you’ve won yet.” Stan said through gritted teeth. Slowly he pushed back against Lita’s powerful grip, he lifted his arms off the mat, he rolled onto his side flipping Lita onto her back, he rolled on top of Lita and tightly grasped her shoulders pinning them against the mat. The fiery redhead chuckled and thrashed about, she flipped Stan onto his back and rolled to her feet, straddled his shoulders wrapping her legs tightly around his throat.

Gasping for air, Stan groaned as her struggled violently in Lita’s iron grip, she stared down at and smiled. Stan gazed up at Lita, a strand of hair had fallen in her face, and she teasingly brushed it away as she tightened her grip. Stan clenched his fists tightly; fighting through the pain he grabbed Lita’s ankles and freed himself from her embrace. Leaping to her feet the former diva flung herself at Stan knocking him onto his back. Scrambling to his feet Stan locked his arms around Lita’s waist and threw her to the mat kicking and screaming. Stan rolled Lita onto her back locking his arms around her throat as he straddled her back.

Lita struggled wildly in Stan’s grip, unable to free herself her arms dropped to her sides. Stan slowly and cautiously eased his sleeper hold and laid Lita on her stomach; he rolled the unconscious diva onto her back and lay across Lita’s waist. Suddenly, Lita bucked sending Stan rolling back in shock. The former member of Team Extreme leapt to her feet screaming like a maniac, she charged at Stan and drove her knee into his chin. Stan grunted slamming onto his back. Lita grabbed Stan’s ankles and locked him in the Boston Crab. Stan thrashed about wildly struggling to free himself, Lita looked back over her shoulder flashing Stan a wicked grin, she leaned back further into the hold, and Stan clawed the mat as pain racked his spine.

“Come on, Stan. Are you going to fight your way out or not? I guess I’m too much for you to handle.” Lita said with a chuckle.

Fighting through the pain, Stan slowly flexed his legs, little by little Lita felt her grip slipping, and she released Stan’s legs and retreated to one corner of the mat watching him intently as he rose to his feet. Stan held his hands over his head and beckoned to Lita, she slowly approached watching his every move, they locked hands in the center of the mat, with a burst of strength Stan pushed Lita down onto both knees, and she gritted her teeth as she struggled to get back to her feet. “I’m tougher than I look, Lita. But hey, I’m having a great time.”

Lita smirked; suddenly she lunged forward slamming her forehead against Stan’s groin. Stan grunted and staggered back; Lita rose to a crouching stance and chuckled. Stan gritted his teeth and rushed at Lita, Lita sprang from her crouched position tackling Stan to the mat, she jumped up and stomped his chest, Stan grasped Lita’s ankle and pulled her down to the mat, and she bellowed and slammed her elbow down onto his chest. Grabbing each other by the shoulders they rolled across the floor grappling for the upper hand.

Lita slammed her knee into Stan’s groin, but he was ready this time and grabbed her ankle, with a twist he flipped Lita onto her back and straddled her waist, he pressed her hands down on her shoulders. Lita rocked from side to side, slipping free from her larger foes grasp, she pulled him to his feet and whipped him into the wall, and she ran up behind him and drove her knee into her lower back. Stan spun around, grabbed Lita by her shoulders and pushed her up against the wall, he slammed his fist into the hard shredded muscles of her stomach, Lita grunted and doubled over. Stan grabbed Lita’s throat and smashed her across the waist with his forearm.

Lita flung herself at Stan slamming her elbow across his throat. Stan dropped to one knee. Lita stood behind Stan and grabbed his wrists; she pressed his knee into his upper back and jerked back hard on his arms. Stan groaned in agony, he gritted his teeth trying to fight through the pain. Lita leaned down breathing on the back of his neck. “You may be bigger and stronger, but there’s a reason why I was WWE Women’s champion, and that’s because I’m better than you.”

Flexing his arms, Stan slowly pulled his arms free from Lita’s powerful grip; he spun around and clotheslined Lita to the mat. Wasting little time he dropped down across Lita and hooked her legs. “1….2…..3.” Stan shouted as he slapped his palm against the mat, rolling to his feet he grabbed Lita’s hand and helped her up.

Lita smirked and patted Stan on his back. “Congrats, Stan, but I’ll get you next time.” Lita slapped Stan on his rear.
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Old 08-Feb-17, 06:45
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that was cool,good one
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that's great... maybe they should have a rematch...
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that's great... maybe they should have a rematch...

sure thing.
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yeah... pls do it
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Kristen Graham vs Triple H

Kristen and Triple H continued to stare each other down in the hallway leading to the ring, neither of them daring to make the first move. Triple H scowled as he lowered his head. Kristen stood with her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest. Their eyes locked momentarily, Kristen’s heart raced when Triple H flexed his biceps at his sides. “Look baby, you want to challenge the Game, I’ll happily oblige you, but know that when you’re lying on your back and you hear the ref count to three, it was your own folly for stepping into the ring with me.”

Kristen jutted her chin and gazed defiantly at Triple H. The Game inhaled deeply and took a step back, he prodded Kirsten’s chest with his finger. Kristen slapped his hand down and hit a most muscular pose. Triple H nodded approvingly as Kristen’s torso bulged with thick beefy muscles. Without another word he turned and headed towards the thin black curtain that led to the entrance stage, he glanced back at Kristen and smirked, pointing at her as he disappeared behind the curtain.

Kristen sighed loudly once Triple H was out of sight; she felt the hair standing up on the back of her neck. She chewed nervously on her lower lip as she shuffled toward the curtain, she could hear the roar of the crowd, she peeked out from behind the curtain, watching as the crowd cheered on Triple H’s posing in the ring. “I never should have egged him on. Can’t back out now though.” Kristen’s hand trembled as she pushed aside the curtain and stepped out onto the entrance stage.

The crowd fell silent as Kristen walked to the head of the ramp, she flexed her arms at her sides and grinned at the crowd. The crowd burst into applause roaring their approval. Kristen sprinted down the ramp and slid into the ring, Referee Stephanie McMahon patted her down, she gave the all clear and signaled for the bell.

Kristen and Triple H met in the center of the ring, tightly grasping each other’s biceps. Triple H leaned in close, his breath warm in Kristen’s face. “It’s time to play the game, Kristen. You’re going down in flame.” Triple H bellowed. Kristen winced as Triple H tightened his grip, slowly he forced the CrossFit competitor turned wrestler to her knees. Kristen shook her head, gritting her teeth she pushed back against Triple H’s immense strength.

Kristen wriggled her arms wildly to free herself, pain numbing her biceps. Triple H shoved her onto her back, he grabbed her ankles. Kristen slipped her ankles free and shoved Triple H back against the ropes. Rolling to her feet, Kristen lunged sending both her and Triple H crashing through the ropes to the thinly padded ringside floor. Getting up first, Kristen stomps Triple H’s abdomen. Triple H rolls to his feet and clotheslines Kristen onto the floor.

Kristen scrambles to her feet, Triple H locks his arms around her waist and shook her. Kristen slammed her elbow into Triple H’s chin. Triple H shoved her into the security barrier, Kristen grunted and toppled over the barrier. Grabbing a fistful of hair, Triple H draped Kristen over the security barrier, he slammed his heel down on the back of her head, she fell into the front row, Fans scattered as Triple H folded up a steel chair and slammed it across Kristen’s back.

Kristen grunted and rolled onto her side, clutching her lower back. Stephanie leaned over the ropes, laughing at Kristen’s predicament. Kristen staggered to her feet, Triple H rushed forward clotheslining her back over the security barrier. Kristen crawled towards the ring steps and pushed herself to her feet, she staggered around the ringside floor. Triple H following close behind, he tapped Kristen’s shoulder, she spun around to face him. Triple H went for a clothesline, Kristen leaned back ducking under Triple H’s extended arm, leaped onto his back wrapping her arms around his throat.

Triple H flailed his arms as he struggle to shake off Kristen, Kristen tightened her grip on Triple H’s throat. Triple H ran back into the ring post, Kristen grunted and slid off Triple H’s back, she groaned as Triple H rubbed his booted heel in her face. Kristen grabbed Trip’s foot and twisted it hard. The Game shouted and jumped back. Kristen stood up sneering at Triple H, she screamed and rushed at him, driving his back into the security barrier. Grabbing his wrist, Kristen pulled Triple H up and whipped him into the ring. Triple H rolled towards the center of the ring.

Kristen climbed up onto the apron and shouted at Triple H to get up, she stamped her feet and slapped the top rope. Triple H stood up and glared at Kristen, he rushed her, Kristen drove her knee into his groin through the ropes, she grabbed the sides of his head and hopped off the apron, driving his throat against the top rope. Kristen strutted around ringside flexing her arms, the crowd cheered her showboating. Kristen slid into the ring, grabbing his wrist she pulled Triple H to his feet and went for an Irish whip, Triple H reversed, instead sending Kristen crashing into the corner, she grunted as her back collided with the turnbuckle.

Triple H slowly strutted up to Kristen; he hooked her arms over the top rope. Pandering to the crowd he hit a most muscular pose then drove his knee into Kristen’s abdomen. Kristen grunted and doubled over. Triple H grabbed Kristen by the chin and pushed back on her head, she squealed and writhed in agony as he hammered away on her midsection. Kristen hooked her arms from the ropes; she slumped down, the back of her head resting against the bottom turnbuckle. Triple H stomped Kristen’s groin, Stephanie laughing the whole time. Triple H gave Kristen the crotch chop and pulled her to her feet, shoving her head between his knees, Triple up set Kristen up for the pedigree.

Kristen dropped to her knees, she jerked her head free and head butted Triple H’s groin. Triple H stumbled back into the ropes, hooking his arms over the top rope. Kristen rushed Forward, she leaped up and landed a drop kick to Triple H’s chest, The Game toppled over the ropes and crashed to the ringside floor. Kristen leaned over the ropes flexing her right arm. Stephanie chewed nervously on her finger nails. Triple H staggered to his feet, he lunged towards the ring apron and grabbed Kristen’s ankles, jerking her off her feet. Triple H pulled Kristen out of the ring. Kristen slammed her foot into the side of Triple H’s head. Triple H stumbled back.

Kristen rolled back into the ring, she hopped up onto the top turnbuckle and crouched down. Triple H climbed onto the apron, Kristen dove off and clotheslined Triple H to the ringside floor. Kristen rolled onto her side clutching her lower back. Triple H sat up in a dazed stupor. Both competitors staggered to their feet, Kristen collapsed onto the ring apron, breathing heavily as she rolled back into the ring. Triple H climbed back into the ring.

Kristen staggered to her feet, she caught Triple H as he got hallway into the ring and drove her knee into his chin. Triple H fell back, his right leg hooking the middle rope. Kristen stomped hisknee. Triple H grunted in pain as Kristen clobbered his chest, she pulled him into the ring and scooped him up. Triple H elbowed the side of Kristen’s head. Kristen dropped to one knee, Triple H shook free and drove Kristen’s head against the canvas, she laid spread-eagled on her stomach. Triple H rolled Kristen on her back, he stood with one foot on her chest.

1…2…Kristen lifted her shoulder up. Triple H threw back his head and bellowed. Kristen sat up groggily, drops of sweat ran down her face, Triple H pulled Kristen to her feet. Kristen kneed Triple H’s midsection, she shoved his head between her knees and pedigreed him in the center of the ring. Kristen aid atop Triple H and hooked his leg.

1….2…..3. Stephanie begrudgingly raised Kristen’s hand in victory. Kristen hopped up and down with her hands over her head. Stephanie grabbed Kristen’s shoulder and spun her around, she drove her knee into Kristen’s groin, Kristen staggered back and doubled over. Stephanie slunk towards Kristen, baring her teeth, she grabbed a handful of hair and rubbed her groin in Kristen’s face. Kristen threw up her hands and shoved Stephanie back, Stephanie bounced off the ropes and leapt into the air catching Kristen across the throat with her forearm.

Stephanie dragged Kristen to her feet and whipped her into the corner, pulling a pair of handcuffs out of her back pocket, she cuffed Kristen’s right wrist to the top rope. Kristen tugged on her wrist, Stephanie chuckled and gave Kristen a hard slap across the chest. She grabbed the collar of Kristen’s tank top and ripped it off her body, she twirled it over her head then shoved it into Kristen’s mouth. Stephanie grinned as she squeezed Kristen’s bare breasts, Kristen tilted back her head and moaned. Kristen pleaded as Stephanie pulled her shorts down around her ankles. Stephanie rubbed her hand over Kristen’s exposed groin and moaned with excitement.

“Stop.” Kristen pleaded. Stephanie chuckled, then fingered Kristen’s vagina. Kristen shook her head, despite the pain she was beginning to like Stephanie’s touch. Stephanie ordered her to her knees, Kristen complied. Stephanie pulled the front of her shorts and rubbed her groin in Kristen’s face. Kristen slid her left hand around Stephanie’s waist and begged for her to continue. Stephanie patted Kristen on the head and told her to beg like a dog, she knelt down and kissed Kristen’s mouth
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Sara Del Rey vs Antonio Cesaro

Never one to back down from a fight, Sara eagerly accepted Antonio Cesaro’s challenge. A few days earlier she had found his letter tucked under her dressing room door, she had quickly skimmed over it and sent him a reply within minutes. She recalled the devious grin that stretched across his lips as she told him her answer. She halted as she stepped out from behind the thin black curtain that led out onto the entrance stage, she halted at the head of the ramp when she saw the empty seats, not a fan in sight, she saw only Antonio standing in the center of the ring, arms folded across his chest, he flashed her a smug smile as his gaze met hers.

Sara glanced around the deserted arena once more. Where was the ref, how did he expect them to wrestle with no one to officiate the match. Perhaps it was a trap to get her alone, he liked her, she was certain. For the past few months she had constantly turned down his advances, the last time he grew angry and stormed off saying he’d find a way to make her his. In truth, she admired his persistence, but she didn’t care for his cocky attitude- men who thought they were better than everybody else was a major turnoff to her.

Trap or not, Sara decided she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of turning tail and running, her pride wouldn’t allow it. Clenching her fists, Sara strutted down the ramp, arms pumping briskly at her sides. She slowly climbed up the ring steps and stood on the apron her right hand resting on the top rope, never taking her eyes off Antonio. Sara climbed through the ropes and strutted up to Antonio, she jutted her chin and glared at him, her face devoid of emotion.

Smiling smugly, Antonio dropped his arms at his side and gazed into Sara’s eyes, he gave her the once over and chuckled. “I’ve been looking forward to this, before we start I’d like to propose a little stipulation to our match.”

Sara furrowed her brows; crossing her arms across her chest she smirked, already sure of what he was going to say. “Go on; tell me what you have in mind.”

Rubbing his hand over his chin, Antonio smirked at Sara, his heart racing in anticipation. “Every time I try to ask you out, you shoot me down. I admit, you’re one tough babe, so how about this if I win I get to take you out for dinner tonight.”

Shaking her head, Sara chuckled and dropped her arms at her sides, she glanced up at Antonio and smirked. “Is this the only way you know how to get women?” Sara rolled her eyes. “Fine, if you can beat me then I’ll gladly go out on a date with you, but if you lose you got to do something for me.”

His curiosity piqued, Antonio cocked his eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

Sara leaned in and whispered in Antonio’s ears, she stepped back watching a boyish grin stretch across his lips. Sara offered her hand and Antonio shook it, she went to pull her hand away but Antonio squeezed it tightly and pulled her up against his body, locking his arms around Sara’s waist. Sara writhes and moans in Antonio’s powerful grip, gritting her teeth she connects with a chop to his throat, Antonio releases her and staggers back, Sara screams and rushes Antonio, driving her knee into his midsection, Antonio tumbles over the ropes crashing to the ringside floor. Sara paces the canvas shouting for Antonio to get back in the ring.

Antonio hops up onto the apron, Sara rushes him, Antonio catches Sara with a knee to the midsection and slams her to the ringside floor with a big vertical suplex. Antonio sits up pounding his right fist against his chest, Sara rolls onto her side and clutches her back. Antonio gets to his feet and kicks Sara across the lower back. Rising onto her knees, Sara crawls towards the security barrier; Antonio grabs her by the ankles and drags her up beside the announcer’s table.

Grabbing a handful of hair, Antonio pulls Sara up, he goes to scoop her up, but she catches him with a stiff right forearm across the chest. Antonio staggers back, Sara rushes at him, Antonio drops onto his belly and trips Sara with a Drop toe hold, Sara’s forehead collides with the edge of the ring apron, and she lies on her stomach clutching her head. Antonio grabs Sara’s wrist and pulls her up, she lunges driving her right fist into his midsection. Antonio grunts and doubles over, Sara grabbed him in a front face lock and pulled him down to the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist. Antonio slips free and scoops Sara up, he charges ramming her back into the steel corner post. Sara grunts as she flops onto her stomach, Antonio stands over sara shouting at her to get up.

Sara slowly gets up, before she can catch her breath, Antonio grabs her wrist and whips her into the security barrier, her left knee catching the brunt of the impact, she falls down onto her back, rolling onto her side she clutches her knee, wincing in pain. A cocky Antonio stands over Sara flexing his arms, he bends down and grabs a handful of hair, Sara lands a right uppercut to his chin, Antonio staggers back.

Sara slowly staggers to her feet, favoring her left leg. Antonio charges and goes for a clothesline, Sara ducks under his arm and leaps onto his back, wrapping her arms around his throat. Antonio struggles wildly trying to get Sara off his back, he runs back ramming her back into the corner post. Sara grunts and slides off his back, she slumps down against the steel stairs. Antonio pulls Sara up and tosses her onto the ring apron, Sara slowly stumbles to her feet, Antonio slides into the ring and creeps up behind her and taps her shoulder, Sara spins around and catches Antonio’s chin with a spinning heel kick, she instantly regretted as she dropped to her knees, her left knee throbbing in pain.

Antonio sits up rubbing his chin, he gets to his feet and stalks towards the kneeling Sara, she looks up at him as he grabs her by the throat one-handed and lifts her up, he grabs the back of her tights and connects with a ring trembling choke-slam. He crouches down beside the dazed Sara and playfully slaps her midsection. Antonio pulls Sara up by her hair, Sara screams and catches Antonio with a series of jabs to the chest, he growls and drives his knee into Sara’s groin. Sara grunts and doubles over, Antonio whips Sara into the corner, she grunts as her chest collides with the top turnbuckle. Antonio turns Sara around in the corner and hooks her arms around the top rope, he unloads on Sara with rapid chops to her chest.

Sara unhooks her arms and lunges at Antonio, dropping him onto the canvas with a Lou Thez press, she unloads on him with several stiff forearms across his chest. Antonio grabs Sara’s shoulders and rolls her onto her side, he kips up and stomps Sara’s left knee. Sara screams in pain clutching her left knee. Antonio falls over Sara, driving his elbow onto her abdomen. Sara and sits up groggily, she rolls over to the apron and pulls herself up. Antonio rushes at Sara and delivers a chop block to the back of her left knee. Sara drops down onto her right knee, wincing as her left knee throbs in pain.

Sara agonizes as she slowly pulls herself back up, Antonio struts around the ring slapping his hands on his chest, bragging of his wrestling superiority. Sara grits her teeth, she hobbles up behind Antonio and taps his shoulder, Antonio spins around to face her, Sara catches him with a kick to the midsection, she tucks his head under her armpit setting him up in the Royal Butterfly, Sara winces, her left knees gives out and she falls to her knees.

Antonio wags his finger in Sara’s face, he scoops her up and places her in an Over-the-Knee Backbreaker. Sara writhes in agony as Antonio pushes down on her chin and throbbing left knee, she flails her arms but the ropes are out of reach. “What good will it do you to grab the rope, there’s no ref to order the break. I have you where I want you. So give up now.”

“NO!” Sara says through gritted teeth, Antonio shook his head and pushed down hard on Sara’s body. Sara felt pain rack her body, despite the punishment she refused to give up, she still had some fight left in her, she slammed her elbow into Antonio’s side, to her relief he grunted and shoved her onto the canvas, she laid on her back breathing heavily, sweat trickled down her face and chest, she sat up groggily clutching her lower back. Antonio pulls Sara up and whips her into the ropes, Sara charges off the ropes and clotheslines Antonio to the canvas. Sara hobbled into one corner of the ring, she slowly climbed to the top turnbuckle, she flexed her arms, she wished for a crowd to cheer her on. Crouching down, Sara watched as Antonio stumbled to his feet, Sara straightened and dove off the top turnbuckle, Antonio sidestepped her dropkick, as she fell to the canvas he caught her in his arms and body slammed her in the middle of the ring.

Antonio rolled Sara onto her stomach, straddling her back, he wrapped his arms around her throat and pulled back on her head. “Come on, Sara, you’ve got no choice but to give up now. Submit now, and the pain will end.”

“Never.” Sara screamed, she would never let him hear her give up, not while she was still conscious. She sighed loudly as Antonio released her throat and rubbed her face against the canvas. Her relief was short lived as she felt him pulling her up, he slid behind and once again wrapped his arms around her throat. Sara clawed at Antonio’s forearm, desperate to escape his sleeper hold. Sara’s breathing quickened, the room began to spin, her arms fell limp at her sides. Sara’s head drooped down, Antonio lowered her down onto her back and planted his right foot on her chest.

1…2…3. Antonio raised his arms in victory. He grabbed Sara’s wrists and dragged her over to the ropes, he climbed out of the ring, he pulled Sara off the apron and threw her over his left shoulder and carried her back to his dressing room, he shut and locked the door behind him then dropped her prone body onto his bed, he stood beside the bed staring at her for several minutes. With a satisfied smirk on his face, he untied the string on Sara’s pink bikini top
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Jungle Grrrl vs Doink


Jungle Grrrl walked out onto the entrance stage in her leopard print loin cloth dress to a huge ovation, she sprinted down the ramp and rolled into the ring, Ref Monica Brant stood in the center of the ring. Jungle Grrrl leaned over the top rope and gestured to the timekeeper who handed her a microphone. “So the powers that be have decided to put me in a match against a clown. Are they serious? I’m a top tier talent and this is the way they treat me. They’re going to learn the hard way that I’m no fool.” Jungle Grrrl tossed the microphone to the ringside floor and perched on the top turnbuckle in the southeast corner of the ring.

Doink skips out onto the entrance stage cradling a huge gift box under his right arm, he hops up the ring steps and climbs into the ring and approaches Jungle Grrrl and holds out the box to her.

Jungle Grrrl grabs the box and eagerly rips off the top, the box explodes spraying shaving cream in Jungle Grrrl’s face. Jungle Grrrl growls and throws the box at Doink, Doink ducks and chuckles, he offers Jungle Grrrl his hand, Jungle Grrrl glares at Doink’s hand then takes it. Jungle Grrrl spasms as a small jolt of electricity courses through her body, she staggers back rubbing her hand, Doink doubles over with laughter. Jungle Grrrl growls and charges into Doink, Doink falls to the mat, Jungle Grrrl pounces on him and unloads a series of right hands to his chest, Doink presses his hand on Jungle Grrrl’s chest. Jungle Grrrl jumps back before his hand makes contact, she grabs his wrist and pulls the joy buzzer off his finger, she pulls him up by his hair, Doink lunges and drives his knee into Jungle Grrrl’s groin.

Jungle Grrrl staggers back and falls to one knee. Doink runs off the ropes and connects with a drop kick to her chest. Jungle Grrrl grunts and flops onto her back, Doink steps on her hair and pulls her up by her wrists, Jungle Grrrl screams in agony. Doink releases Jungle Grrrl’s wrists and pulls her up by her hair, Jungle grabs Doink by the waist and throws him to the mat. Jungle goes for a leg drop, but Doink rolls out of the way, Jungle Grrrl writhes on her back clutching her knee.

Doink rolls to his feet and slaps the side of Jungle Grrrl’s head. , he pulls her up by the wrist and whips her into the ropes, Jungle Grrrl bounces off the ropes, Doink catches with a flying clothesline knocking her to the canvas. Doink straddles Jungle Grrrl’s waist and locks an armbar on her right arm, Jungle Grrrl grits her teeth and kicks her heels against the canvas. Doink pulls Jungle Grrrl up and shoves her into the corner, Jungle Grrrl slips her arm free and slams into Doink with a fist to the midsection, Doink grunt s and staggers back, Jungle Grrrl roars and charges Doink, Doink rolls out of the ring as she goes for a clothes, she grunts as she flops onto her back.

Jungle Grrrl slowly gets up clutching her lower back, Doink paces the ringside floor smirking up at Jungle Grrrl, Jungle Grrrl leans over the top rope and points and shouts at Doink, Doink grabs her ankles and jerks her off her feet, and pulls her halfway out of the ring, her legs hanging over the apron, Doink grabs her left leg and slams the back of her knee down onto the edge of the ring apron, Jungle Grrrl screams and clutches her knee. Doink climbs onto the ring apron and stomps Jungle Grrrl’s ankle. Jungle Grrrl sits up with the help of the ropes, Doink pulls Jungle Grrrl up by her hair and locks on the abdominal stretch, Jungle Grrrl screams and reaches for the ropes but is unable to reach them. Doink bobs his head and giggles,

Jungle Grrrl screams in agony as pain floods her back. One last ditch effort she reaches out and grabs the ropes, Monica taps Doink’s shoulder and orders him to break the hold, Doink frowns and drops Jungle Grrrl with a Russian Leg Sweep, Doink makes the cover.




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….Jungle Grrrl kicks out, she roils onto her side clutching the back of her head. Doink gets up and stomps her ribs, Jungle Grrrl crawls to the ropes and pulls herself up, Doink grabs her by the waist from behind, Jungle Grrrl smashes Doink’s chin with her elbow, she grabs him in a side headlock and clobbers the top of his head with her fist. Doink shoves Jungle Grrrl into the ropes, she pushes her feet off the ropes and connects with a ring trembling Bulldog, Jungle Grrrl climbs to the top ropes and points at the crowd with a sweep oif her hand, she leaps into the air and splashes down on top of Doink, she hooks his leg.



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….3. Monica raises up Jungle Grrrl’s arm in victory as she gets to her feet. Jungle leans down over Doink and pokes him in the face, Doink sits up, a green liquid squirts from the rose on his lapel and sprays Jungle Grrrl’s face. Jungle Grrrl stumbles back wiping her eyes, she staggers around the ring and collapses onto her stomach, Doink scoops Jungle Grrrl up in his arms and carries her out of the ring, he runs up the ramp as Monica begins to give chase, at the top of the ramp he turns and squirts the green liquid in Monica’s eyes, Monica stumbles back rubbing her eyes, she staggers forward and collapses onto her stomach, Dink runs out and drags Monica to the back by her wrists. Doink disappears into the back with Jungle Grrrl safely cradled in his arms.
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Rey Mysterio vs Dara Torres



Dressed in a backless black leotard Dara walked out onto the entrance stage to a huge ovation, she grinned and waved to the crowd as she sprinted down the ramp and slid into the ring. She strutted past Ref Monica Brant and leaned in the southwest corner of the ring and folded her arms.



Rey ran out to a huge ovation, he ran down the ramp, hopped onto the apron and leapt over the ropes, he moved to the center of the ring and gestured to Dara. Dara met him in the center of the ring and stared down at him with her hands on her hips, Ref Monica called for the bell. Dara and Rey locked up with an collar and elbow tie up. Dara gritted her teeth, her arm muscles bulging as she slowly forced Rey down to one knee.



Rey broke free and ran off the ropes, Dara ducked under his clothesline and hit him with a reverse ddt, dara made the cover but Rey kicked out at one, Rey kipped up and delivered a kick to Dara’s lower right leg as she stood up, she grunted and dropped to one knee, Rey ran off the ropes and caught Dara with a drop kick to her chest, Dara rolled out of the ring and paced around the ringside floor glaring up at Rey.



Rey dove through the ropes, Dara caught him by the waist and body slammed him to the ringside floor. Dara planted her foot on Rey’s chest and flexed her arms, she pulled him up and whipped him into the security barrier, Rey grunted and dropped to his knees, Dara ran up behind him and drove her knee into his lower back. Dara pulled Rey to his feet, Rey delivered a hard kick to Dara’s abdomen and planted her head to the floor with a double arm DDT. Dara rolled onto her side clutching her head; Rey climbed up onto the security barrier and dove off, Dara rolled out of the way, Rey grunted as he slammed down onto his stomach.



Dara stood up, she grabbed Rey’s right ankle and repeatedly kicked the back of his knee. She pulled him up and slammed him onto the apron, Dara slammed her elbow down on Rey’s chest and and climbed onto the apron, grabbing the top rope she pressed her foot down on Rey’s throat, Rey flailed his arms. Dara leapt over the top rope and slammed her knee down on Rey’s midsection. Dara backed away and taunted Rey by flexing in a crab pose.



Rey staggered to his feet, Dara ran at him, Rey caught Dara with a drop toe hold, Dara’s throat collided with the top rope, she bounced off and flopped onto her back. Rey pulled Dara to her feet and whipped her into the corner, he ran to the opposite corner and charged at Dara, Dara raised up her right foot and slammed it into Rey’s chest when he got close enough. Dara pulled up Rey and tossed him into the corner, she hooked his arms over the top rope and unloaded a series of knife-edged chops to his chest. Dara mounted the middle rope and landed series rights to his forehead. Monica yells at Dara to back off, Dara steps back with her hands in the air and shrugged.



Dara grabbed Rey’s wrist and whipped him out of the corner, Rey reverses and sends her slamming into the corner, Dara grunts as her chest collided with the top turnbuckle. Rey ran up behind Dara and drop kicked her lower back, Dara grunted and flopped onto her back. Rey jumps up onto the top turnbuckle and connects with a Frog Splash, Rey makes the cover.



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….Dara gets her shoulder up, Rey pulls Dara to her feet, Dara lunges and hits Rey with a lariat, Rey grunts and flops onto his back, Dara locks Rey up in an inverted cloverleaf. Rey flails his arms and grabs the bottom rope, Monica orders Dara to break the hold, Dara refuses and ignores the ref, Monica shouts at Dara and begins to count.







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…Dara breaks the hold and steps back allowing Rey time to get to his feet, Dara charges at Rey, Rey lunges and spears Dara to the canvas, he kips up and lands a leg drop across Dara’s throat. Dara rolls onto her side clutching her throat. Rey pulls Dara to her feet and drapes her over the middle ropes; He bounces off the opposite set of ropes and connects with the 619. Dara lays sprawled out on her back. Rey makes the cover.





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….Dara kicks out, Rey bounces off the ropes and goes for a drop kick, Dara rolls out of the way and gets to her feet, she pulls Rey up and lifts him up over her head and presses him like a barbell, she smirks and gorilla press slams him into the corner, he chin bounces off the top turnbuckle. Rey rolls onto his back clutching his chin. Dara lifts Rey up and hits him with the Tombstone Piledriver, Rey lays spread-eagled on his back, Dara folds his arms across his chest and makes the cover.





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…..3. Monica raises Dara’s arm in victory, Dara bows and blows kisses to the roaring crowd, she helps Rey to his feet, Rey shakes his head and drops to one knee, Dara offers her head, Rey stares at it for several seconds then grabs it, Dara pulls him up and pulls him in for a hug, Rey hugs Dara back and congratulates her on her victory. They roll out of the ring and walk up the ring holding hands.

Tara Green-Webber vs Mark Henry





Tara strutted down the hallway dressed in a green tank top and black shorts, she was grinning in anticipation of her match with the World’s Strongest Man, a opponent suitable for one of the World’s Strongest Women, she pushed aside the thin black curtain and stepped out onto the entrance stage to a huge ovation, she grinned and flexed her massive arms, her biceps bulging with thick hard veiny muscles, she sprinted down the ramp and rolled into the ring, she leaned over the top rope and gestured for a microphone.





Tara: Some of you in the back have said that I have no chance against Mark Henry, but let me tell you something- they don’t call me one of the strongest women in the world for nothing. Mark may be tough, but I’m even tougher. He was hesitant to accept my challenge, but once he saw my strength in action he quickly changed his mind. When I stand in this ring with my arm raised in victory there will no doubt that I proved all the naysayers wrong.



Tara tosses the mic to the ringside floor and flexes in a double bicep pose, the crowd gives her a mixed reaction. Mark Walks out onto the entrance stage, he stands at the head of the ramp and flexes his right arm, he runs down the ramp and rolls into the ring. Mark walks up to Tara and they stare each other down. Ref Monica Brant calls for the bell.



Tara and Mark circle around sizing each other up, Tara raises her hands over her head challenging Mark o a test of strength, Mark accepts and they lock hands. Their arms bulge as they strain to force the other to their knees, Tara grits her teeth, Mark slowly pushes her down to one knee, Tara’s eyes widen in shock, letting out a guttural growl, she pushes herself back up onto both feet and slowly pushes Mark back towards the ropes, Mark groans as his back presses into the ropes, he breaks off and grabs Tara by the throat and head butts her forehead. Tara staggers back and drops to one knee.



Mark circles around Tara as she glares at him. As Tara stands up, Mark pounces on her back and wraps his arms around her waist with a rear bearhug and shakes her wildly. Tara groans and pushes down on Mark’s arm. He bellows and slams her to the mat. Tara sits up clutching her back, as she stands up Mark grabs her wrist and whips her into the ropes, Tara runs off the ropes and catches Mark across the face with a flying lariat. Mark flops onto his back. Tara stomps Mark’s midsection, he grabs her ankle and pulls her down, he gets up and hits Tara with a Belly Flop. Tara rolls onto her side clutching her midsection, Mark goes for another Belly Flop, Tara rolls out ogf the ring and paces around the ringside floor. Mark flexes his arms and beckons to Tara, he leans over the top rope and calls Tara a wimp, Tara reaches through the ropes and grabs Mark’s ankles, she jerks him off his feet and pulls him halfway out of the ring, she slams the back of his right knee against the edge of the ring apron. Mark slams his left foot into the side of Tara’s head. Tara grunts and staggers back into the announcers table.



Mark slides off the ring apron and runs at Tara, Tara ducks and flips Mark over her shoulder and slams him onto the announcer’s table. Tara climbs onto the apron and dives off and connects with a Flying Elbow drop, sending them both crashing through the table. Tara pulls Mark from the wreckage and whips him back into the ring, she slides into the ring and makes the cover.





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…. Mark kicks out to Tara’s shock, she pulls him up by his hair and delivers a kick to his midsection, She goes for a piledriver, but Mark reverses with a Back Body Drop, Tara sits up clutching her back, Mark kneels down behind Tara, pulls back on her wrists and presses his knee into her upper back. Tara screams and shakes her head, Monica kneels down beside her asking if she wants to submit. Tara screams no, she grits her teeth and tugs at her arms. Mark bobs his head arrogantly, telling Tara she better quit. Tara clenches her fists, she jerks her arms free and staggers to her feet.



Mark grabs Tara by her shoulder and spins her around, Tara counters with a knee to his midsection, she scoops him up and body slams him to the canvas. Tara drops onto her rear and traps Mark’s right arm with an arm bar. Mark groans and flails his legs, he manages to get his foot on the bottom rope. Monica orders Tara to break the hold, Tara complies and releases Mark she pulls him up and whips him into the ropes, Mark bounces off the ropes and goes for a big boot, Tara ducks under it and jumps onto his back wrapping her powerful arms around his throat.



Mark staggers around the ring with Tara clinging to his back, he runs backwards into the corner, Tara grunts and releases Mark’s throat, she slumps down in the corner, hooking her arms over the top rope. Monica goes to check on Tara. Mark runs out of the opposite corner and goes for a splash, Tara rolls out of the way, Mark inadvertently catches Monica full force with the splash, Monica collapses onto her stomach. Tara kneels down beside Monica and shakes her. Mark grabs a handful of Tara’s hair and tosses her back into the corner, he goes for another splash, but Tara lunges and catches him with a big boot to the chest.



Tara makes the cover, she sighs when she realizes Monica is still out cold, she grunts and pulls Mark to his feet, she shoves his head between her legs and squeezes his neck, Mark grabs the back of Tara’s knees and jerks her off her feet, he slides his hands up to her ankles and locks her in the Boston Crab, Tara screams and pounds her fists on the canvas as Mark cranks up the pressure. Tara tugs her hair and grabs for the ropes but they’re too far to reach. Tara sighs deeply as Mark realeases the hold, Mark pulls tara up by her hair and whips her intyo the corner, Tara grunts and doubles over, her left arm draped over the top rope.



Mark paces the ring flexing his arms, he lifts Tar up over his head like a barbell, Tara flails about, she slides down onto her feet in front of Mark and squeezes him with a bearhug. Mark presses his palms against Tara’s chin tilting her head back. Tara lifts Mark up and body slams him to the canvas. Monica slowly starts to stir, she staggers to her feet. Tara whips Mark into the ropes, Mark runs off the ropes, Tara lunges and spears him to the canvas, she pulls him up and hits him with a Running Powerslam. Tara makes the cover.





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….Mark kicks out, Tara sits up and screams in frustration, she clenches her fists and pulls Mark up, she whips him into the corner and charges him, Mark rolls out of the corner and shoves Tara face first into the top turnbuckle, Tara drops to her knees and leans over the middle rope. Mark runs off the opposite set of ropes and connects with a leapfrog body guillotine. Mark slides off Tara’s back and onto the ringside floor, he grabs Tara by the hair and drags her out of the ring., he scoops her up and body slams her onto the security barrier. Tara screams as Mark holds her in a back breaker over the barrier. Mark chuckles and pulls Tara to her feet he goes for a Samoan Drop, but Tara manages to reverse it and shoves him face first into the steel ring post, Mark staggers for a few seconds then falls onto his stomach, Tara bends over with her hands on her knees breathing heavily, sweat trickles down her face and chiseled pecs.



Tara grunts as she scoops Marks up and slams him down onto the ring apron, she slams her forearm down across his throat and smirks. Tara rolls back into the ring, Mark staggers to his feet, Tara whips him into the ropes and catches him with a Cross Body Block.


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The lights come back on, Tara freezes in shock as Jill Mills stands on the apron blocking her path. Tara goes to punch Jill, But Jill catches her wrist and clobbers her with a series of hard right hands. Tara staggers back, winded from her match she barely has the strength to resist as Jill forces her down to her knees. Jill lifts Tara u[p and hits her with a power bomb, Tara lies spread-eagled in the center of the ring. Mark slowly gets to his feet and stares dumb founded at Jill. Jill kneels down in front of Mark and plants a kiss on his lips. Jill draws back and smiles at Mark. Mark rubs his chin in shock, he smiles back at Jill, he gets to his feet and hugs her tight.



Jill grabs a microphone and bends down in Tara’s face. “There’s only room here for one World’s Strongest Woman- and that’s me. You better learn your place and relinquish that title if you wish to walk out of the ring next time.” Jill throws down the mic in Tara’s face and flexes her arms, the crowd is on their feet booing. Mark grins and cradles Jill in his arms, he carries her out of the ring and to the back as Monica goes to check on Tara.
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