As the bell rang, the two combatants quickly approached the center of the ring. Stopping a few feet from each other, the two brunette's took in their opposition, Deepika with an cold glare, Katrina with a cautious watchful look. Seeing Katrina's hesitation, Deepika put her hands on her hips and sneered disdainfully at her. "You really think you can take me? I do evil things to no talent pieces of trash like yourself."
Katrina took the barbs without so much as a flinch, assuming a tense martial arts crouch, she locked eyes with her haughty rival said, " Seems to me like all you do is run your big, collagen bloated lips. Lets see how bad you are when I kick those lips right off your smarmy face."
Deepika wasn't used to such insolence and she responded as such. "Why you mouthy bitch!" she snarled. Lunging forward, she shot both hands out and pressed one against Katrina's face and the other against her chest before pushing back hard, sending hee stumbling back several steps. Seeing her rival off balance, Deepika strode forward, looking to slap the taste from Katrina's insolent tongue. In this endeavor she was unsuccessful because as she approached, Katrina recovered her balance and launched a sizzling Knife Edge Chop across Deepika's ample chest. The blow hit Padukone like a lightning bolt and she went down hard on her back, massaging the red welt already forming across her breasts. But though the chop was powerful, Deepika's anger was moreso and it got her off the mat fast, rage growing in her hazel eyes.
With a primitive cry of fury she launched herself at Katrina again, meaning to take her down and destroy her on the mat. Katrina ducked Deepika's awkward Clothesline attempt and in one quick motion dropped to her knees, simultaneously pistoning an elbow into her attackers stomach. Air whooshed from the brunette's lungs and she doubled over, clutching at her gut. This proved to be a mistake as it played into Katrina's plan. Still ducking, she smashed a fist back into Padukone's forehead, knocking her back to a standing position. And while Deepika was preoccupied with attending to her face and gut, Katrina stood and grabbed a rough handful of Padukone's dark hair. With one titanic pull back, she jerked Deepika up on her tip toes before tossing her forward with all her considerable strength. Deepika hit the mat hard, face and chest smacking against the unyielding canvas.
As Padukone lay moaning before her, Katrina took a second to enjoy the moment. The crowd was cheering loudly at her early, skillful dismantling of Deepika and they wanted to see what else the able rookie had in her bag of tricks. Ending her reprieve, Katrina bent down and grabbed another handful of Deepika's dark locks. But as she pulled the wounded girl to her feet, Katrina was introduced to the first of many painful realities of the squared circle: Your opponent's would do whatever it takes to win. This concept was illustrated when Deepika raked a set of long manicured nails hard across her face, blinding her temporarily and breaking her grip on Padukone's hair. Kaif was introduced to a second painful reality moments later when Deepika pulled her foot back and drove it right between Katrina's thighs. Katrina shrieked in agony and fell forward like a downed tree, her hands clutching the wounded region. Padukone took a deep breath and stared down at her quietly sobbing rival.
She grinned a sadistic grin and said to Katrina, "Your pathetic ass is going to be mine."
Wasting no more breath, she brought Katrina up by the hair before sprinting off the ropes and drilling her across the face with a hard Clothesline. The pony tailed brunette was spun awkwardly through the air doing an almost complete 360 before slamming into the mat again. Pressing her advantage, Deepika brought Katrina up again and dragged the weakly protesting brunette towards the corner. Reaching her destination, Deepika tossed Katrina face first into the turnbuckle and listened to Katrina's moan. Enjoying what she heard, Padukone sank a claw into the back of her victims head and proceeded to grind it against the thin padding of the buckle. Katrina writhed in Deepika's grasp, but the other brunette was relentless in her assault, trading in the grind for smashes, ramming Kaif's face into the buckle ten devastating times before changing tactics yet again.
Spinning Katrina around to face her, Deepika lit her cheek up with a titanic slap before addressing the crowd, "Let's give our guest from UK an introduction to the other side of the ring shall we?"
Her voice dripped with sugar coated malice. As the audience urged her on, Deepika secured a grip on Katrina's pony tail and charged across the ring on a diagonal, aiming for the opposite corner. Moments before she herself would crash into the corner, Padukone put on the brakes and tossed Katrina head first into the buckle. Katrina's head hit with a sickening thud and her head snapped back hard before her legs turned to water and she rolled head over heels into the center of the ring, finally coming to rest on her back in the middle of the ring. Firmly in control of the match, Deepika arrogantly approached her damaged rival. Seeing that Katrina was trying to rise, Deepika lifted her boot and smacked a light, taunting kick into the side of Katrina's face.
"What do you think you're doing bitch?" Deepika teased. "The mat is where a slut like you belongs," she said this as she delivered a second kick to Kaif's head.
But despite Deepika's assault, Katrina wasn't giving up, gamely trying to get off the mat and back into the fight. And as Deepika pulled back for a third kick, she did just that. She caught Deepika's foot coming in and she twisted hard, sending her down in an awkward heap. Keeping a firm grip on her rival's trapped ankle, Katrina locked both of her legs around Deepika's trapped one and latched on tight. With one leg immobilized, Padukone was almost helpless as Katrina went about the work of twisting her foot right off her leg. Deepika cried out in pain and began dragging not only her weight, but the weight of her tormentor the short distance to the ropes and freedom. But just as she was about to extend a hand over the bottom rope to end the torture, Katrina changed tactics. Seeing that Deepika had almost reached her out, Katrina let go of her Leg Bar and stood up. Still holding the wounded limb, she dragged her opponent back towards the center of the ring, holding the leg at chest level making it hard for Deepika to find any purchase.
Watching her opponent flail, Katrina was filled with a sudden anger. Hissing quietly, she said "There's no escape Deepika. No one gets away from me that easy." Deciding on a simple course of action, she let the captive limb fall to the mat. But before Deepika even realized she was free, Katrina brought her heel up and then down hard, right across Deepika's boot covered ankle. The pain was immediate and immense, Deepika felt like these was fire running up and down her leg.
"That fucking bitch fights HARD...." Padukone thought as she tried to engineer an escape.
Her plans were derailed moments later when Katrina stomped on her ankle a second and third time, each blow bringing a new shriek of pain from her lips. The crowd was amazed at the seesaw pace of this battle as it seemed each lady was using vastly different approaches to fighting, Deepika's mix of cat fighting and wrestling matching up evenly against Katrina's martial arts and submission holds. And though the styles were different, their goals were the same: The utter annihilation of her opponent. Tired of the stomping, Katrina picked up Deepika's ankle and twisted it ferociously in both hands, locking in a Standing Ankle Lock. The pain in Padukone's leg seemed to intensify a hundred fold as she tore at her hair trying to fight off the urge to tap out right now. The only thing that kept her from submitting right then was the thought of the satisfaction she'd garner from making this torturing bitch suffer the same way she was suffering right now. Putting aside all thoughts but escape, Deepika pulled her free leg in close and then fired it back hard, hoping to hit a soft, vulnerable target. She got what she was looking for because her boot slammed directly into Katrina's stomach, right above the navel. Katrina gasped and released her hold, concentrating more on trying to get her breath back than hurting Deepika.
Finally free of the torturous ankle holds, Deepika gingerly got to her feet and tested her weight. Her left leg wasn't in the greatest of shape, but she could grit her teeth and bring the fight to Katrina. Speaking of whom... Padukone turned her gaze to Kaif who was just now resuming a normal standing position. Two pairs of intense eyes locked and the beauties came together fast, Deepika with a slightly limping stride. Katrina didn't bother with grappling, she simply launched another Knife Edge Chop towards Deepika's undefended chest. Deepika cried out as her chest took the attack, but she responded with a chop of her own, this one sending Katrina back a few steps.
Seeing Katrina's discomfort, Deepika taunted, "What's the matter bitch, those little tits don't like being chopped?"
Katrina fired a response, "Just keep talking. I'm gonna chop those flabby sacks right off you before we're done tonight."
Speaking no more, she lunged and grabbed Padukone's wrist before tossing the other brunette hard into the corner. As soon as Deepika's back made contact with the post, Katrina was off like a shot, aiming a Running High Kick directly at her foes chin. But at the last possible moment, Deepika moved to the side leaving Katrina kicking nothing but air, her leg extended painfully on the top turnbuckle. Taking quick survey of the situation Deepika seized the advantage, blasting several hard kicks into Katrina's thigh and exposed groin. Katrina collapsed under Deepika's assault and she lay on the mat, weakly rubbing at her abused leg and crotch. Remembering how fast Katrina turned the tables last time she had control, Deepika took no break this time. As quickly as she could, she yanked Kaif to her feet. Standing behind her foe, Deepika moved to the corner and sat on the top turnbuckle. Taking a deep breath, Padukone planted her good knee in the back of Katrina's neck and pushed off with her other. Katrina was driven forward face first into the mat, with Deepika's knee on her neck doing nothing to soften the blow. She moaned quietly as Deepika pulled her to her feet. Looking to end the match before her ankle could give her any more grief, Deepika locked in a tight Front Face-Lock on Katrina and then snapped all her weight down and back.
The Snap DDT drove Katrina's forehead into the mat with resounding force, the brunette actually resting on her injured head for a moment before falling gracelessly forward, landing sprawled on her back. Believing her rival was done, Deepika went for a fairly lackadaisical cover and was angered when the other tenacious brunette kicked out at two. Swallowing her anger momentarily, Deepika pulled Katrina to her hands and knees and stood over her, a leg on each side of her opponent. Reaching down, she gripped a handful of hair and pulled up hard on Katrina's hair. Katrina was forced to look at her tormentor as Deepika pulled back her free hand and began smashing Cross Face punches into Katrina's cheek and face. Kaif squired helplessly as Padukone punished her with the brutal strikes. After a sequence of maybe a dozen punches, Deepika switched hands, delivering another series of fists and forearms to the other side of her rival's face. Finally, Deepika tired of her attack and released Katrina with a disgusted sneer, letting Katrina fall face first to the mat where she just lay groaning quietly.
Running a hand through her hair Deepika snarled at the downed Katrina. "I'm going to cave in your pretty little face." she threatened before bouncing off the ropes and racing towards her downed foe. When her position was perfect, she leapt high into the air and prepared to drive the knee of her uninjured leg into the back of Katrina's neck. But Katrina's instincts were well honed for someone with so little ring time and as Deepika came arcing down on her, she rolled clear leaving her rival to smash into empty canvas. Deepika took the impact full force and her pretty face was contorted by pain as she tried to get some feeling back into her knee.
As she nursed her injury, Katrina got back to her feet and turned her gaze towards Padukone. Seeing her nemesis hobbled gave Katrina renewed energy and she stalked over to where Deepika was kneeling. Deepika was totally unaware of Katrina's presence until she was roughly yanked to her knees and her head was pulled back at an awkward angle. She didn't have any time to protest before Katrina fired a series of three brutal chops in rapid succession. The first caught Deepika across the forehead, the second along the bridge of her nose and the third landed right across her mouth. Milliseconds after the third chop landed, Katrina hurled Deepika face first into the mat, letting her already injured features take the full force of the slam. Padukone could d nothing but moan as she tried to clear the agony from her face. She had managed to work her way to her hands and knees when Katrina dropped a leg across the back of her head once again, driving her damaged face to the floor. Through the fog of pain in her brain Padukone could tell she was being pulled to her hands and knees, but for what purpose she could not say.
Her attackers intention became a bit clearer when she heard Katrina say, " I wonder how hard I'm going to have to kick you to take your head off at the shoulders?"
Hoping to find an answer to her cruel question Katrina backed up a short distance and then surged forward, driving her foot into the side of Deepika's head like a Field Goal kicker trying to hit one from mid field. The blow sent Deepika rolling like a puppet with cut strings and she thought of nothing but pain and revenge. Unfortunately for her, revenge got pushed from her mind a few moments later when Katrina went on the attack again. Kneeling behind Deepika, Katrina pulled her to a kneeling position before planting a knee in the small of her back and grabbing a hold of both of her opponents arms. But instead of the fairly typical Bow and Arrow hold, she crossed Deepika's arms in front of her throat and pulled back hard, choking the brunette with her own limbs. Padukone's strong legs drummed uselessly on the canvas as her face turned red and she fought the paralyzing power of the Straightjacket Choke. Hoping Deepika was reaching her limits, Katrina asked "Are you ready to give it up yet?"
Deepika answered through clenched teeth, "Fuck you!"
"Fine, go ahead and choke then!" Katrina snarled as she wrenched back on the hold even tighter. As Katrina used Deepika's own arms to strangle her, the trapped girl began to think of revenge again. Fighting off the slow asphyxiation as much as humanly possible, Deepika put all her efforts into standing up. Ever so slowly she was able to get first to a kneeling position and then to her feet, Katrina fighting her all the way. When she had managed to regain a vertical base, she fired her injured leg back and caught Katrina square between the legs for the second time in the match. Katrina screamed silently and fell to her knees finally releasing Deepika from her prison.
As the life giving oxygen flooded her lungs, Deepika went on the attack. Thinking of where she wanted to start, she knelt behind Katrina and wrapped her long legs around Katrina's waist. Giving a colossal squeeze she locked in the Body Scissors and listened to Katrina wail.
As Katrina fought the hold, Deepika whispered into her ear, "I'm grateful you were so willing to share some of your favorite holds with me. Allow me to return the favor you cxnt!"
Keeping the Scissors locked she fell back, taking Katrina with her. With the trapped girl occupied with the Scissors, Deepika snaked her hands up to Katrina's chest and latched on a vicious Double Breast Claw. Katrina shrieked in agony as Deepika attacked her breasts, the tanned brunette pinching, twisting, kneading and mauling for all she was worth.
Katrina tried to fight her way from the hold but every time she made an attempt, Deepika would pinch down especially hard, forcing her to attend to her chest again.
Listening to her rival suffer in her grip, Deepika whispered, “C'mon bitch, this is nothing! How do you expect to win any matches if you can't take a little titty squeezing? It's not like I've done anything really evil. I mean something like THIS!"
Deepika punctuated that remark by grabbing a hold of Katrina's nipples through the material of her pink top and twisting as hard as she could. Kaif cried out piercingly and Deepika took the opportunity to pile on more discomfort. Moving like a snake, she lunged her head forward and sank her teeth into the soft muscles at the base of Katrina's neck, right next to her shoulder. When Deepika bit down on her, the exploding pain gave Katrina a moment of clarity!
Abandoning the clawing hands, she brought one hand up and began smashing it palm first into Deepika's temple. She delivered the strikes as hard as she could hoping that enough blows to the head would force the vicious bitch to release her humiliating hold. Eventually the palm strikes did their work, causing Deepika enough pain to relent and push Katrina away. Both ladies lay on the mat for some time, Deepika massaging her injured face, and Katrina cradling her injured breast and rubbing the spot where Deepika had sunk her teeth in. Several seconds later (about seven on the referee's ten count) they both regained their feet and began circling, each bearing the different scars their opponent had wrought. Face still red from the humiliating breast claw, Katrina lunged forward and fired a punch that snapped Padukone's head back. Looking to go on a roll, she fired another punch, but Deepika ducked that one and fired back with jabs of her own. She connected with one, then another, and another after that.
The third punch glazed Katrina's eyes and Deepika stopped just long enough to flip Katrina way before she knocked her off her feet with one more huge jab. Katrina went down like a laundry bag and Deepika pounced on her, hooking the leg as she went for the cover. The audience counted along with the ref, but both came up short as Katrina managed to get a hand up right before the three. Furious now, Deepika brought Katrina to her feet and ran toward the corner again, intent on driving her skull into the buckle. But she had gone to that well once too often and Katrina was ready for it. As they approached, Kaif brought her foot up high and forced it against the top turnbuckle halting both ladies forward momentum. Before Deepika had time to react, Katrina took her foot off the buckle and then kicked high again, catching Padukone right in the forehead.
As Deepika stumbled away from her, Katrina used the second rope as a springboard, bouncing off with both feet and leaping at her foe. Seconds before collision, she extended her foot again and smashed Deepika across the jaw. The kick spun Deepika around completely and she fell forward with all the grace of mannequin dropped from a great height. Sensing the end, Katrina flipped Deepika onto her back and hooked both legs, going for her first cover of the match. The ref was in great position as he went to make the count. Katrina held her grip tightly, but Deepika was still able to muscle free just after the two count. Frustrated with Deepika's unwillingness to stay down, the pony tailed woman bent down and dragged Deepika to a standing position. She took only a moment to clear her head before she started raining down a brutal combination of elbows and chops, paying special attention to Padukone's neck and shoulders. Deepika tried to withstand the assault, but eventually she began to wither under Katrina's unending attack. In fact an especially hard elbow between the shoulder blades brought tears to the big brunette's eyes and again she thought about tapping out. But her pride wouldn't let her submit to anyone.
"I can still win this!" she thought. "All I have to do is..... URRRGGGGCHHH...."
Her thoughts were cut off as Katrina ceased her fistic assault only to begin a more vicious cycle of attack. Trapping Padukone's head in a viciously tight Front Face-Lock. Katrina squeezed with all she was worth, intent on using the Face Lock not a merely a transition to another move, but for the choking power of the hold itself. Feeling Deepika struggle and gag as Kaif's arm cut off her air, Katrina wrenched the hold even tighter, going so far as to lift Deepika off her feet with her head still trapped in the hold. Katrina's smile was one of ferocious confidence as she used one of the most basic moves in the wrestling world to choke out her first adversary. Meanwhile, on the receiving end of the hold, Padukone was searching through possible escape options as fast as humanly possible. Finally eliminating all other avenues, she wrapped her arms around Katrina's waist and lifted up with all the strength she had left. Holding Kaif a few feet off the ground, Deepika lunged forward as far and as fast as she could. Eventually her forward momentum ran out and Katrina landed again, but Deepika was a few feet closer to the ropes and escape.
Realizing what her debilitated foe was up to, Katrina renewed her effort on the hold and screamed at Deepika "Why don't you just give up? I don't want to kill you!"
Mustering as much venom as she could Deepika spat back " You couldn't kill me on my worst day, bitch. I'm going to have my way with you as soon as I'm out of here."
With that, she bulled Katrina off the ground again and took a few more staggering steps before they both landed in the ropes. Pulling her arms from around Katrina's waist, she gripped the ropes and screamed for the ref to have the hold broken. Kaif reluctantly released the hold and pulled back a few steps, waiting to pick her spot. Seeing that Deepika had to use the ropes to support her weight, Katrina took the opportunity and sprinted forward, looking to take the other brunette's head off with another hard kick. But before she could nail her knockout shot, Deepika ducked out of the way, leaving Katrina to bounce against the ropes and head back toward the center of the ring. And in the center of the ring was where Deepika was waiting for her. Ducking low, the brunette snatched hold of one of her rival's legs and lifted up with all her might. Katrina was lifted unceremoniously off her feet and held aloft for perhaps three seconds before Padukone fell back toward the mat, bringing Kaif with her. The pink suited Katrina was helpless to slow or even brace for the impact and she hit the mat full force, her chest and face taking all of Deepika's devastating Flapjack.
She could do nothing more than writhe on the mat as Deepika slowly got to her feet and stood over her. Looking down at the brunette flopped on the canvas, Deepika decided to finally put an end to this charade. Looking out at the redlining audience, she rewarded their cheers with a slow, seductive wiggle of her hips. The crowd rewarded her with even more cheers. Flashing a beautiful grin at the positive reaction, Padukone raised one hand high above her head, forming her fingers into a rough C shape. She held the sign for a few seconds before lowering it and drawing her thumb across her throat. It was, her fans realized, time for the vicious modified Reverse DDT she used as a finisher.
Someone who loved alliteration named it, “The Deepika Padukone Cutter" or “3C” for short.
With a sadistic gleam in her eye, Padukone brought the exhausted Katrina to her feet. Standing behind her foe, she bent Katrina backwards, positioning her for the first stage of the Cutter. Holding Kaif bent backward and prone with one hand, Deepika raised her other arm high and again showed the C sign. Finally prepared to put Katrina out of her misery she scream to the crowd "Let's cut this bitch down to size!" Amidst the roar of the audience, Padukone suddenly unleashed a sudden twist of her hips, releasing the hand holding Katrina while simultaneously bringing down her raised arm and driving it across her captive's throat. As soon as her elbow was in contact with Katrina's windpipe, Deepika fell to the mat, bringing Katrina down hard with her. The back of Katrina's head, neck and shoulders were driven into the mat with insidious force. Feeling rather than seeing her finisher connect, Deepika knelt at the side of her spread-eagled opponent and placed both hands on her chest, intent on an embarrassing and dominating pin fall to end the match. She smiled salaciously as the ref went to make what was supposed to be an academic count. But no one had bothered to tell Katrina that. At the very last possible moment, she managed to roll a shoulder free of the canvas. The crowd roared in disbelief and admiration while Deepika just roared.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? Why won't you stay DOWN?"
Her mind burning with an incomprehensible rage, Deepika pulled Katrina to her feet and stood her on wobbly feet, inches from the fuming woman. "Looks like I'm just going to have to knock you the hell out." Deepika hissed and segued into another series of scintillating jabs. The first three found their target, but on the fourth punch Katrina suddenly came to life and ducked the blow. Moving like lighting, she stood up behind Deepika and pulled out her Ace in the Hole. In one fluid lunge, Katrina wrapped her left arm around Deepika's throat and cinched tight. At the same time, her right arm shot under Deepika's flailing arm and pulled up hard. Milliseconds later, both hands were clasped tight and she pulled up with all her strength, yanking Deepika from side to side as she did, listening to her opponent’s gasping and retching. Katrina put the last nail in the coffin when she grapevined Deepika's legs and pulled her down onto the mat, the vicious choke still locked on tight.
Padukone tried to fight the monstrous pain of the hold as best she could but that was quickly becoming an impossibility. Red faced and choking, she extended her one free hand and slapped the mat repeatedly, signaling her submission. Katrina heard Deepika's tap out and immediately released the hold. Without so much as a thought she pushed Deepika's sweat soaked frame away, taking mild enjoyment in the wet splat it made against the canvas. Standing slowly, she let the referee declare her the winner and relished the mixed cries of shock and adulation that were coming from the audience. Some of them were cheering her amazing win, but most of the others were simply trying to comprehend the power of the brutal hold she had used to break Deepika so suddenly.
