(OOC: A long time ago, I had a thread with the same concept. It was about eight years ago and I want a fresh start. I got pretty overzealous with storylines and tournaments which caused the series demise. This is a more streamlined version. It’s just a nasty fight this time.)
Christina Hendricks.
Long regarded as a real-life Jessica Rabbit, the voluptuous and curvaceous redhead, had dominated her foes. Using her height and weight (five-foot-eight and 145 pounds) to her advantage, even dropping her full body weight onto her opponent. Or using her thick legs to crush their ribs and throat. If Christina Hendricks got on top of you, getting up wasn’t easy. They would tire themselves out, and when they got up, she’d put them against the wall. If (and that’s a big if) they had any energy left, it was over. Hendricks would then punish you with her body and a wide variety of holds to drive the fight out of you. Hendricks, who possessed otherworldly assets that she could use to smother her opponents into a coma, wasn’t fond of using them all the time. She would save those moves for an opponent she truly despised or one that she wanted to assert her dominance onto.
Hendricks lacked true competition, an opponent that could match her.
Until Hannah Waddingham broke out.
The British beauty was, in some circles, seen as The Hendricks Killer. The curvaceous bombshell with her perfect hourglass figure, platinum blonde hair, and a body that matched Hendricks when it came to assets. Hannah is a mean fighter; she could very easily blitz an opponent using her advantage but enjoyed drawing out her dominance. Hannah had two inches on her. It made for a very intriguing matchup. When Hannah finished her latest opponent, she wrote Hendricks's name with lipstick on her vanquished foe's forehead. It was a clear-as-day challenge to her American counterpart.
The rules were simple: no closed blows to the face; slaps are fine. Besides that, no rules. It was the only way that Hannah would agree to the match. Victory obtained by knockout, tapping out, or a verbal submission would not suffice. The room was your typical fight setup, a lavish penthouse with a couch and blue mats. The couch was always there, and a smart fighter could use that to their advantage.
Wearing her traditional black one-piece, Hendricks warmed up, staring at her opponent. The black one-piece fit like a glove and matched her naturally pale complexion and red hair. It accentuated her thick legs and most certainly her legendary set of breasts. Based on Hannah’s size, she knew that bullying her around would be nearly impossible. Hannah warmed up, wearing a pastel blue one-piece swimsuit that showed off her hourglass figure. She had put on about twenty pounds to meet Hendricks’s weight of 145 pounds. While she oozed confidence out of every pore, as if she had the match won. The plan was simple: blitz her when the opening was available.
There was no stare down or pre-fight festivities. Both fighters come out of their corners, ready to battle. Christina grabbed a body lock, looking to fire off the first shot. It was a classic takedown, one that could be completely in a variety of ways. She could trip an opponent to the ground, toss her down, and bust out a belly-to-belly throw, and if you're Karen Fukuhara and you’ve been battered by her karate skills, you go up and she crashes her entire 145-pound frame onto you. Few females have countered or even found a way to escape. Hannah started throwing knees, forcing Hendricks to deflect them with her legs. The blows were glorified airballs, but they took the redhead off her game, and when it came time to execute her throw, Hannah reversed and sent Hendricks tumbling to the floor. If this match had taken place in front of spectators, there would have been a stunned silence. For those that were betting big money on Hendricks, there was a warm and smelly feeling in their underpants.
Hendricks overcame the shock and got back up, Hannah daring her to fight. The cheeky grin on her face said it all. Hendricks grabbed a headlock, and Hannah was ready. Let Christina bring the squeeze as Hannah played dirty. She placed her hand over her opponent's nose and mouth. She even pinched Hendricks's nose shut and dug her sharp nails into her opponent's cheek. Hendricks let out a muffled shriek but refused to yield, increasing the pressure. Waddingham began launching kidney punches, forcing a release after four blows. Hendricks backed up, favoring the kidney as Hannah pursued. Hannah grabbed a big wad of red hair and tossed Christina to the mat, the blonde following her down. Hannah was sloppy and FELL RIGHT INTO AN ARMBAR. Hannah was trying to brute force her way out as Hendricks tightened her grip. If the American fight was able to hyperextend her arm, Hannah would be risking serious damage. Hannah was still standing and placed her foot on Hendricks's cheek, grinding it in. Blows to the face are forbidden, but standing on their face is a moral gray area. Hendricks winced and began yelling out as Hannah removed her foot but placed it on her throat. Hendricks had no choice but to break the hold as she felt her trachea being crushed.
Hannah hauled Hendricks up by her bottoms, leaving the redhead with a humiliating wedgie. With one heave, Hendricks found herself on a collision course with the drywall. Christina managed to turn her body and hit the wall back first, still painful. Hannah charged and crushed Hendricks with a splash. Hendricks felt like her body had been deflated upon impact, her insides screaming from being crushed. After some cheeky trash talk from her opponent, Hannah backed up and loved the visual. Hendricks was barely upright, knees buckled and groaning as her red hair covered her face. Hannah drove her knee into the Hendricks stomach four times, each blow destroying any fight Hendricks had left. Each pinpoint blow savagely attacking the belly button, each blow causing Hendricks to leave her feet. The American was vulnerable as Hannah placed one hand around her throat. It wasn’t strangulation; this was to keep her in place. Hannah unleashed with a series of open-handed slaps to Hendricks’s legendary cleavage. Hendricks could only scream as Hannah had pinned her against the wall. Around twenty slaps left red marks all over Hendricks's chest as Hannah released her hand from around her throat. Hendricks melted into a puddle on the mat.
It was quite the rare visual, and if the match continued this way, there’d be little sympathy for Hendricks. The redhead never showed mercy against her opponents. She kept holds on longer than needed, like a finishing move, like a scissors or a smother. Karen Fukuhara’s three broken ribs weren’t feeling bad. Hendricks was face first on the mat, her midsection in complete agony. Hannah stood over the downed Hendricks and dropped her ass right onto her lower back. Hendricks let out a hellacious scream as she repeated the move two more times. Hendricks was desperate as she tried to force her off, but Hannah kept her position. Hannah grabbed her flowing red mane, lifted her head high, and slammed into the mat repeatedly. The sound of flesh bouncing off the unforgiving mats felt akin to a deflated basketball hitting concrete. Three blows had Hendricks in a haze, barely cognitive, her vision blurred and the feeling of having ten hangovers. Hannah could only laugh as she stood up and hauled the redhead to her feet. Digging in the wedgie even more as she took Hendricks's left hand and began squeezing. Walking her around the room, the platinum blonde dominator belted the cheeks of Hendricks with stiff slaps, a backhand with the knuckles being dragged over for good measure. It was a cruel dance, each blow’s corresponding cry of pain filling the room. Each blow shattering whatever confidence that Hendricks had left. Hannah contemplated a gut shot, but Christina could catch that, so she decided on a kick to the crotch instead. The reaction from Hendricks as she tumbled to the floor, screaming in pain and a tear coming down her eye. Her game plan to establish dominance in the same way that had felled the likes of Sweeney and Hayek had been annihilated; now she was the one being dominated.
Hannah trotted over to the couch and laid down as if Hendricks were boring her. Hendricks could see Hannah out of the corner of her eye, her perfectly and curvy tanned body on display. Hannah was checking her nails, looking at her nonexistent watch as she paid little attention to her downed opponent. The mockery and indifference from Waddingham hurt just as bad as the low blow. The myth of the invisible Christina Hendricks was being shattered into a million pieces; THIS COULD NOT HAPPEN, DAMNIT!
Get up, get that bitch down, and show her the meaning of pain. Hendricks rose, albeit slowly, and walked towards the coach. Her lower back was inflamed with the pain shooting down her, spasms erupting. Hannah stared at her wounded opponent and her willingness to go out on her shield and wore a wide grin. Hannah was bouncing back and forth trying to bait Hendricks. Hendricks came off as pensive, a shell of the once aggressive fighter. Hendricks went for a takedown, but Hannah easily blocked it. Hendricks went for a slap but telegraphed it so awfully that Hannah caught it. It was another round of slaps to the face, each blow leaving a stinging sensation on Hendricks's cheek. Each blow sapping the morale out of Hendricks. A backhand with the knuckles being dragged over the face, tears welling up. Hannah seemed primed to take another low blow, but Hannah faked and crushed her stomach with a big knee. Christina felt like vomiting from the impact as she barely stayed upright, only being held up by her cruel opponent. Her knees buckled, and Hannah could only cherish the visual. Staring down at her foe, barely standing up, and now it was time to finish her. Christina found herself being dragged up; now was the time for the low blow. Hendricks crumbled to the floor, tears racing down her cheeks, and tasting those salty tears was the shit icing on the shit cake of this match.
Hannah dragged Hendricks to her feet, grabbed a body lock, and SLAMMED the redhead onto the mats with a throw. Hendricks howled in pain as her back crashed into the mat. Hendricks's signature move being used on her? This fight was over and Hannah knew it. Christina knew it with how little she resisted the next move. Hannah mounted the defeated redhead and locked her in a classic headscissors. There was a cruel twist as Hannah didn’t wrap those smooth, tanned and long legs around Christina’s throat. That would come later, this time, those legs were wrapped around the jaw of Hendricks. Hannah squeezed as all Hendricks could do was grimace as it felt like her jaw was being crushed. At this point, she would rather be put out than feel this as her screams filled the room.
Hannah could’ve left her in the hole all day until she heard the sound of bone breaking. However, she had dinner, and most of all, she wanted to punish this pathetic heifer. Hannah let go and surveyed her dominance. Hendricks lay there, holding her jaw as it was time to finish her. Hannah mounted her and snaked her legs around the throat and neck of Hendricks. This was a classic mounted triangle choke as she could stare down at Hendricks the whole time. All Hendricks could do was make futile escape attempts by bucking her off. Eventually, the escape attempts stopped as Hannah stared down at Christina and laughed. Christina’s body went limp as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body seemingly relaxed. Hannah wasn’t content with a victory pose, which she of course did. It was a foot on the legendary breasts of Hendricks as if they belonged to her now. Hannah also took a trophy with her, Hendricks's legendary black one-piece that had struck fear into her opponents. It would now belong to her.
The Queen is dead.
The penthouse is now open.
