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Fatal four way
« on: June 13, 2019, 04:23:42 AM »


The bell sounded three times.Eyeing the three other participants with a feigned air of disinterest, Ameesha pushed away from her corner and strode to the middle of the ring. Turning her head from side to side, the agile brunette’s face broke into a wide, condescending smirk. Letting her gaze stop on Esha she said loudly,  Which one of you idiots wants to go first?”
From somewhere on her right, Deol snarled, “Apparently you do!”
Whirling towards Esha’s voice, Ameesha slipped into an expectant crouch and darted forward just as the other brunette was closing in. Snaking her left arm under Esha’s right shoulder, Ameesha hopped up and tossed Esha over her hip, sending her tumbling across the canvas with a beautiful Arm Drag.
Popping back to her feet, Ameesha spun towards Dia and demanded, “Come and get it.”
Acquiescing to her rival Dia exploded forward with claws extended, only to be met with the same treatment. Catching the taller girl under the left arm, Ameesha popped her hips and sent Dia to the mat with a brisk little THWAP. Shifting her thoughts to Kareena even before she finished tossing Dia, Ameesha swung around in her direction  and brought her hands up just in time to intercept the kick that Kareena had launched at the pit of her stomach.
Forcing Kareena to hop on one foot, Ameesha pulled one hand away from Kareena’s ankle and very slowly, very deliberately flipped Kareena off. Swatting her hands at the offending fist, Kareena growled, “Screw you Ameesha!”
Ameesha just shook her head ‘no.’ “You’re the one that’s fucked Kareena…you just don’t know it yet!”
Resuming her two-handed grip on her foe’s ankle, Ameesha dipped her knees and suddenly shoved upward with all her strength, forcing the Kareena off her feet and into an elegant one-legged back-flip. Keeping an ear open for the other two yutzes, Ameesha waited until Kareena was about to land, then she leapt into the air, brought both knees up to her chin and then slammed them forward, catching Kareena full-force in the chest with a Dropkick. Feeling, rather than seeing the move connect, Ameesha’s thoughts stayed with Kareena only long enough to confirm that Kareena had gone tumbling over the ropes at her back.
Quite pleased with the way things were going thus far, Ameesha got her feet under her and found Deol circling warily. Guessing that Dia was closing in behind her, Ameesha wiggled her fingers in Deol’s direction and taunted, C’mon
Sick and tired of the brunette’s arrogance, Deol hissed, “I DO want to be a winner Ameesha. But I want to hurt you more.” Through talking, Esha charged forward and extended her right arm, meaning to decapitate Ameesha with a Clothesline. But the brunette had anticipated the attack and at the last possible second, she spun aside, leaving Esha to crash into empty space. Well, that wasn’t entirely accurate. Because Ameesha had been right; Dia was creeping up on her six, and when Ameesha slipped away, Esha and Dia were put on a collision course. Choking back the surprise she felt as Deol bore down on her, Dia ducked down and lunged forward, wrapping both arms around Deol’s hips in a loose Bear Hug. In the same motion, the brunette lifted straight up, spun around 180-degrees and dropped all her weight onto the mat, nearly driving the brunette through the canvas with a Spinebuster from left field.
Snarling down into Esha’s shocked, gaping face, Dia spat, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you Esha. Your ass is mine tonight.” Shoving Esha away from her, Dia got to her feet and found Ameesha watching her from a safe distance.
Suppressing a chuckle, Ameesha asked, “See how good you can be if you’d just learn to walk upright all the time?” Hands clenched into white-knuckled fists, Dia stalked over to Ameesha and got right in the shorter girl’s face. Looking down her nose into Ameesha’s hazel eyes, Dia hissed, “Talk while you can Ameesha. Tonight’s the night I rip out your fucking tongue.”
Ameesha started to reply but got cut off from a voice to their right. “Not if I do it first Dia!” Turning their heads to the source of the intrusion, both Ameesha and Dia witnessed Kareena spring off the apron and onto the top rope in one fluid, cat-like motion. Before the audience could even start to take pictures, the Kareena leapt off her perch and flew towards her rivals. Turning in midair so she was parallel to the mat, Kareena slammed into both girls, knocking them off their feet with a Springboard Crossbody.
Smiling happily as the dark-haired pair wriggled beneath her, Kareena rolled away and popped to her feet.The fans cheered back and why not? At the moment, the Kareena was on top of the world, but before this match was over, she and everyone else in the ring was going to learn that everything can change in a…
FLASH
Still fighting off the ringing in her ears, Deol was in firm enough control of her faculties to know she was in trouble. Being scooped up onto Dia’s shoulder was never a picnic under the most pleasant of circumstances and when the brunette was charging towards the nearest corner, it was bound to get downright ugly. Refusing to let Dia scramble her brains against the top turnbuckle, Deol pulled back with all her might and slithered free, landing in a rough crouch just behind Dia. Thinking fast, Esha jabbed out both hands and SHOVED her foe, sending the taller grappler into a drunken stumble that carried her the rest of the way into the corner.
Scrambling to her feet, Deol ran up behind the bigger girl and trapped her in a tight Full hug, standing slightly to Dia’s left, Esha slipped her right leg in front of Dia’s left leg and planted it against the mat. Rearing back, Esha forced Dia’s chin into the top of her cleavage and purred, “I haven’t forgotten you either loser.” The words were still coming out of her mouth when she pushed forward, sweeping Dia off her feet and smashing her face and chest-first into the mat with a Full Facebuster. Ignoring the boneless way Dia shuddered in her grasp; Deol released the hold only to grab a double handful of Dia’s damp locks.
Hauling the woozy girl to her feet, she backed Dia into the ropes and whispered, “Time for YOU to get out of MY ring. I think you’re more comfortable on the floor anyway.”
Taking two steps back, Deol hurtled forward and caught Dia flush across the chest with a Clothesline that sent her tumbling over the top rope to the floor below. Deol had just raised her hands to salute the crowd when she heard a low grunt and the sound of approaching foot steps behind her. Whirling around, she was horrified at the lack of distance between her and a charging Ameesha who wasn’t actually charging Deol intentionally; she’d been grappling with Kareena and Kareena had reversed her Whip...not that Esha knew or even cared!
Acting on pure instinct, the grappler lowered her shoulder and buried it in Ameesha’s belly. As she felt the air begin to rush out of the other brunette’s lungs, Esha straightened up fast and tossed Ameesha into the air, sending her soaring up and over the top rope. Keeping her wits about her even after such an ignominious exit from the ring, Ameesha adjusted her fall in midair and turned her potentially devastating tumble into a jury-rigged Plancha that brought her crashing down on a slowly recovering Dia.
Laughing out loud as two of her greatest rivals lay moaning at her feet; Deol spun around and shouted, “YOU’RE LOOKING AT THE BEST WOMAN AMONG US!”
Kareena’s boot slammed into her belly, cutting her off. Lining up her shot carefully, Kareena took her place on Esha’s right and muttered, “No Esha, YOU’RE looking at the winner of this clash!”
Leaving Esha doubled over and cradling her gut, Kareena sprinted into the ropes and charged back at her friend and rival. When the time was right, she sprang into the air and extended her right leg out as far as it would go. When gravity started to bring her down, Kareena drove her outstretched leg down hard, slamming her heel across the base of Esha’s neck and shoulders in a wicked Axe Kick. Esha wasn’t so much knocked off her feet as she was torn off them, straight down into the mat no less. She hit with a ring-shaking ‘THUD’ that actually bounced her up onto her hands and knees.
Rolling out of her landing, Kareena rolled onto one knee and spun to her feet in a move that had more in common with Break Dancing than it did professional wrestling. Surveying the situation, Kareena saw that Deol had been hobbled only a few feet away from where Ameesha and Dia were starting to get to their feet. Unable to hold back a grin, Kareena said, “This is just TOO perfect.” Keeping Esha in her sights, Kareena bounced off the ropes and charged straight towards the kneeling brunette. When there were only a few feet between her and her target, Kareena left the mat and landed with both feet on Esha’s back. She occupied this position for less than a second before Springboarding off Esha’s back into a delirious, swirling, spiral that took her over the top rope and dropped her on the chagrined heads of Dia and Ameesha!
The Kareena’s Corkscrew Plancha drew a tremendous HOLY SHIT! chant from the crowd, unfortunately, neither she, Ameesha or Dia was cogent enough to hear it. Though the move had connected beautifully, the landing had taken a lot of all three ladies, as evidenced by the way they were sprawled on top of one another only inches from the steel guardrail that separated them from the redlining mob. Back in the ring, Esha heard the chants and though she didn’t know what they were about, she was willing to bet they had something to do with Kareena landing on her a few moments back. Pushing to her feet, the pale brunette shoved aside her aches and pains and wandered over to the ropes. Down below, Kareena, Ameesha and Dia were just starting to get to their feet (and throw a few sloppy Haymakers at one another, can’t leave out that little detail!)
Looking from her foes to the audience, Esha smiled and mouthed, “SHOULD I?”
Apparently the audience had a disproportionate amount of lip-readers in attendance because a whole slew of people yelled “HELL YEAH!”
Nodding once, Deol strode over to the nearest corner and climbed onto the top turnbuckle. Taking a moment to catch her balance, Esha waited until the other three combatants were occupied with one another before straightening up and leaping out into the void. If it wasn’t for the audience going nuts, the girls on the floor would have never even looked up. As it was, they managed to get a great view of Deol blocking out the arena lights as she crashed down on her rivals, bowling them over like three particularly stubborn bowling pins. Resting almost comfortably on the top of a pile of moanin’ girl flesh, Esha allowed herself the luxury of pressing her rack down on Ameesha’s protesting face for several seconds.
When Ameesha started to wriggle, Esha got to her feet and primly adjusted the edges of her dark brown top. Grinning out into the raucous mob, Deol offered them a double bicep pose and exclaimed, “Who knew? Apparently Deol really does have wings!”
The crowd ate up her little bon mot and when one exceptionally vocal fan called out, ‘YOU RULE DEOL!’ Esha turned her head and smiled brightly as the cameras  continued to…
FLASH
Still breathing hard from her time in Esha’s Reverse Sleeper/Standing Breast Smother, Kareena took hold of the voluptuous brunette’s wrist and whipped her into the corner with a little more vice and venom than she normally would. Taking just enough time to confirm Esha’s landing and the positions of Ameesha and Dia (they were behind and to her left, she thought Dia had just leveled Ameesha with a Samoan Drop) Kareena exploded forward, eating up the distance between her and the corner with alarming speed.
When there was still about four feet between her and Deol, Kareena left her feet and floated in the rest of the way, landing hard on the brunette’s upper thighs. Before gravity or Esha could dislodge her, Kareena laced both hands behind Esha’s neck and leaned back hard. The second she hit the canvas, Kareena extended her legs and thrust up, taking Deol out of the corner and nearly half-way across the ring with a Monkey Flip. Or at least, that was what SHOULD have happened. Instead, an airborne Esha soared into a space just recently taken over by Dia (Kareena had been right, Dia had laid out Ameesha) and the  beauty was more than happy to pluck the smaller brunette from the air and into a position that might as well have been the stall for a Powerbomb.
Wrapping her arms around Esha’s thighs, Dia whispered, “Your landing just went from bad to worse baby.”
Rising up on her toes, Dia lifted Esha up as far as she could before SLAMMING her down, damn near folding Deol in half with a Powerbomb that shook the rafters. Savoring the reverberations of Esha’s body against the mat, Dia shifted her gaze to Kareena and raised her right arm. Beckoning Kareena in, Dia purred, “You want some too Tiny?” Flipping hair out of her face, Kareena fired back, “I want a hell of a lot more than just some.” Kareena’s statement was still hanging in the air when she lunged forward, meaning to engage Dia in a simple Collar and Elbow Tie-Up. But Dia wasn’t going to be taken in that easily. As Kareena closed in, the tall brunette stepped back and fired her left boot up, catching Kareena in the pit of her stomach.
Chuckling quietly, Dia stepped forward and grabbed Ameesha’s throat with one hand. Her grip the only thing keeping Kareena vertical, Dia held her tightly and pulled her in close. Using her free hand, Dia planted it in the fork of the Kareena’s crotch and then lifted her high overhead, holding the smaller woman aloft in a stunning Military Press.
Knowing it would be foolish to put Kareena on display with Ameesha unaccounted for, Dia forwent her typical circuit around the ring and focused her attention on the still-recovering Esha. Still chuckling, Dia murmured, “Today’s simple math lesson: One loser on the ground plus one loser in the air equals two losers mewling at my feet.”
With a little grunt of exertion, Dia shoved Kareena off her shoulders, sending Kareena dropping down onto Esha’s undefended chest in a makeshift Splash. Wiping her hands on the back of her trunks, Dia said, “Alright Ameesha, where the hell are you-ERRRGHH!”
A sudden sharp pain against the back of her right knee cut off the rest of the brunette’s query. Wrapping both hands around Dia’s ponytail, Ameesha pulled the bigger girl to her feet and answered, “I’m right here, kicking your ass just like normal.” Whirling the hobbled beauty around to face her, Ameesha doubled Dia over with a Knee Lift and trapped her in a temple-grinding Front Facelock. Angling her path away from Kareena and Esha the brunette sprinted towards the closest corner, dragging Dia along for the ride. Just as Ameesha left her feet to begin the final stage of her Tornado DDT, Dia shot her hands up and placed them firmly against Ameesha’s belly. Belting out a roar, Dia shoved as hard as she could; Ameesha’s tenuous grip on the other brunette’s skull was broken and the agile grappler went soaring through the air and landed with an echoing THUD!
Breathing hard, Dia dropped into a rough Three Point Stance and aimed her right shoulder in Ameesha’s direction. When the diminutive brunette got to her feet a few seconds later, Dia sprinted forward and left her feet, sending every ounce of her five foot eight inch frame at Ameesha’s midsection. Dia’s aim was true and her Spear caught Ameesha directly across the navel, almost cutting the smaller girl in half with the simple maneuver. Pushing to her knees, Dia leaned down and panted into Ameesha’s gasping features. “You interfered in the most important match of my career AND cost me my win. No matter what else happens tonight, you can rest assured that I am going to MAKE YOU SUFFER.”
Getting nothing coherent in response, Dia peeled the slender girl off the canvas and slipped around behind her. Helping herself to a handful of hair, Dia bent Ameesha back and trapped her foe’s chin in the crook of her left armpit. Using her free hand, the vengeful brunette reached down and grabbed a handful of Ameesha’s waistband. She held this position just long enough to catch her breath and then she pulled the tiny brunette up and off her feet, holding Ameesha extended and aloft directly over her head. After a heartbeat or two, gravity took over and Dia fell back, completing the Inverted Vertical Suplex. Ameesha was driven into the mat, her brutalized chest and midsection absorbing the majority of the impact. Feeling more than a little pleased with her domineering performance over the last several minutes, Dia treated Ameesha’s gulping paunch to a few condescending pats, then got to her feet Regarding the audience with a bright, confident smile, she asked, “WON’T IT BE GREAT TO HAVE A FULL SIZED WINNER?”
The audience agreed that it would, and Dia was about to thank them for the endorsement when she noticed a blur of movement near the edge of her field of vision.
Cursing her lapse of focus, the brunette whirled to meet the incoming threat only to be greeted by the sight of Kareena’s calf blasting towards her face. Dia tried to get her hands up but Kareena’sKick hit a second too soon and if that wasn’t bad enough, just as the brunette was starting to fall back, both knees were sliced out from under her compliments of Deol’s Leg Sweep. The lethal tandem maneuver spun Dia around about 270-degrees, leaving the shell-shocked brunette sprawled on her face in a moaning heap. Rolling to their knees, Esha and Kareena regarded one another warily as they resumed their vertical bases.
Knowing full well that they were both after the same thing; Kareena adjusted the edges of her one-piece and said, “Nice timing.”
Nodding once, Deol replied, “You too.” Settling into a grappler’s crouch, Esha moved to her left and asked, “Ready?”
Kareena returned the brunette’s nod. “Bring in on Deol.”
The long time friends turned foes lunged forward and locked up, their partnership forgotten in a…
FLASH
Working diligently to fight off the stupor that was threatening to envelop her, Kareena bounced off the ropes and headed back towards her tormentors. Hating the fact the Ameesha and Dia had been quite successful in their double-teaming over the last several minutes, Kareena’s despair turned to hope as she saw the pair of brunette’s double over in anticipation of their next move. Holding back the urge to laugh out loud, Kareena continued her shambling approach, hoping the charade was enough to fool the pair. When her abdomen came into contact with Ameesha and Dia’s shoulders, the impromptu pair straightened up fast, attempting to toss Kareena up and into the lights with a Double Back Body Drop.
Unfortunately for them, Kareena had enough presence of mind to lash out with both arms, trapping her attackers in a pair of rough Front Facelocks. So when she should have gone hurtling into the void, Kareena clamped down tight and leaned back with all her weight. Ameesha and Dia were torn from their moorings and driven skull-first into the mat with a pair of DDT’s delivered from several feet higher than is normally recommended. The force of their landing sent both brunettes into lopsided somersaults that left them sitting on their butts, almost side by side.
Happy to be back on her feet again, Kareena rolled her shoulders and tapped her temple with one finger. Smiling to the crowd, Kareena told the audience, “Even on their best day, these two dopes couldn’t equal HALF a Kareena.” Catching her breath Kareena turned to make sure Deol wasn’t sneaking up on her (no worries there, Esha was still trying to untangle herself from the Tree of Woe) Kareena strode around so that she was standing in front of the seated duo. Slipping into a tight Martial Arts stance, Kareena asked, “You know those silver balls that bored executives have on their desks? This is my version.”
Falling silent, Kareena took a single deep breath and then lashed out with her right leg, catching Ameesha across the temple with a Buzzsaw kick that sent Ameesha’s head crashing against Dia’s with a dull THUMP! Not even close to done yet, Kareena reset her footing and whipped out her other foot, giving Dia a taste of her boot-leather this time. Ready for the coup de grace, Kareena chided, “And now, two for the price of one!” Leaving her feet in a short hop, Kareena jabbed both feet forward and caught Dia and Ameesha in the forehead with a Low Dropkick.
With Ameesha and Dia laid low, Kareena decided it was time to put the finishing touches on one of them, she just needed a minute to make her choice. Hoping a trip to the ropes would clear her head, Kareena whirled around on her heel and headed for the cables… and directly into the arms of the waiting Esha Deol!
Unable to put the brakes on in time, Kareena could only brace for impact when Deol reached around Kareena’s torso and locked her hands. In the same breath, Esha lifted hauled Kareena off her feet and spun her around, but before the brunette could drop to her knee and snap Kareena in half, Kareena tugged free of her captor’s clutches and landed on her feet. Relishing the look of startled surprise on Esha’s face, Kareena surged forward and planted her knee in the brunette’s belly. With Esha still gulping for air, Kareena had no problem adding to Deol’s misery with a trio of heartless forearm shots to the back of the brunette’s neck. Making sure Esha didn’t lose her balance, Kareena held Esha in place and then slapped on a wince-inducing Front Facelock. Bearing down hard as Esha tried to twist free; Kareena tightened her grip even more and then rose up on her toes before falling backwards with all the force she could muster.
The wrestler was yanked violently off her feet and the top of her skull was spiked brutally into the mat, the violence of the Kareena’s Snap DDTactually leaving her in a visually impressive headstand for a second before she slumped bonelessly to the canvas. Lying motionless on the mat, Kareena took a deep breath, rolled back onto her shoulders and then nipped up in one beautifully smooth motion. Casting her eyes in the direction of the other brunettes, Kareena was quite pleased to see that Ameesha and Dia were just now beginning to recover. Wiping hair out of her eyes,Kareena charged forward and left her feet once again, this time to come crashing down back-first across Ameesha and Dia’s penitent frames.
Pushing up off the groaning vixens, Kareena stood tall, cutting quite an impressive picture as she literally trod her enemies beneath her feet. Raising both hands high over her head, Kareena looked out at the cheering mob with wide intense eyes.
Kareena went back to work. If she had her way, that win would be back under her belly, quick as a…FLASH!
Still smarting from Kareena’s precision foot-based assault, Dia took great pleasure in locking her arms around Kareena’s waist and pulled her in close. Grinning wickedly into Kareena’s face, Dia whispered, “Let’s see how well ya fly now you little toy ditz.”
Saving her energy, Dia bent her knees and exploded up and back, tossing Kareena up and across the ring with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Kareena hit the canvas with a bone-jarring SPLAT but still managed to roll her way to the edge of the ring, taking temporary sanctuary in the ropes. Having disposed of one annoyance for the time-being, Dia snapped her bottoms into place across her hips and slowly got back to her feet.
Turning her head to the other side of the ring; Dia’s eyes narrowed to furious slits as she watched Ameesha and Esha hammering away at one another. Licking her teeth in an unconscious gesture of anticipation, Dia settled into a predatory crouch and whispered, “I’m gonna rip both of you interfering sluts in HALF!” Attempting to do just that, Dia loped across the squared circle, putting herself on a collision course with the battling gamines.
On the other side of the ring, Deol was about to paste Ameesha across the cheek when she heard approaching footsteps. Taking her eyes off Ameesha for a split second, Esha saw Dia and gasped, “OH SHIT!”
Following Deol’s gaze, Ameesha’s eyes went wide, but the crafty brunette kept her wits about her. Speaking at Deol, rather than to her, she hissed, “Drop Toe-Hold. NOW!” Ignoring the fact she was taking orders from Ameesha, Deol did as she was told and dropped low. Moving with a synchronicity born of spontaneity, the slender brunettes scissored their legs between Dia’s ankles and swept her legs out from under her. Dia let out a started squawk and went tumbling forward, face-first into the second turnbuckle.
Immediately turning her attention back to Deol, Ameesha said tensely, “Hey Deol, if you want this imbecile gone in the next ten seconds, I’d suggest hitting her with that Inverted Lungblower of yours. And make sure to hold her in place once it connects. I’ll do the rest.”
Esha frowned and answered, “I don’t take orders from you Ameesha.”
Ameesha rolled her eyes. “Then pretend it’s a request.”
Esha was about to tell Ameesha to go to hell, but the other brunette just backed away and to make things more complicated, Dia pushed up off her knees and staggered out of the corner. Setting her sites on the injured foe, Deol threatened, “I swear to God, Ameesha, if this is a trap I will KILL you first chance I get.” Stepping into Dia’s path, Esha reached out and reeled the taller girl in by the straps of her top. Forcing herself to settle down and trust Ameesha (even if it was for only a few seconds) Esha reached forward and cupped both hands behind Dia’s neck, pulling her in close so that she couldn‘t wriggle away or collapse to her knees. Smiling into Dia’s uncomprehending face, Esha whispered, “Remember Dia, Deol hurts…”
Then she bent her knees and left her feet in a short hop. As she reached the zenith of her momentum, Esha brought both knees up and planted them against Dia’s chest. In the next instant, gravity brought Deol down to the canvas where she landed on her back and Dia landed rack first across her rival’s knees. Dia’s breasts were nearly smashed flat against her torso as she once again experienced the breath-stealing, sternum-smashing fury of the move Esha called ‘The Power of Deol.’ From several feet away, Ameesha watched the action unfold as she sung to herself, ‘Don’t need money, don’t take fame, don’t need no credit card to ride this train…’ she trailed off as Esha connected with the Inverted Lungblower and commanded, “KEEP HER IN PLACE DAMMIT, DEOL!”
Putting her trust in Deol the same way Esha was doing with her, Ameesha sprinted forward, loping behind the pair of brunettes on her way to the ropes. When she was within reach of the cables, Ameesha left her feet and soared through the air only to land on the top rope. Knowing her aim was true, Ameesha stayed on the rope just long enough to bend her knees in a deep crouch and push off into a high, floaty Backflip that brought her hurtling down on Dia’s prone back.
Dia let out a choked, gurgling groan as she was compressed by Ameesha’s Springboard Moonsault from one side and Deol’s jutting knees from the other. The second Ameesha slid off Dia’s back; Esha released her grip on the girl’s neck and shoved her away, leaving Dia to stumble away with all the grace of a drunk wandering into traffic. Sadly, this comparison proved remarkably apt because Dia made it no more than five steps before she was met head-on by the unstoppable eighteen-wheeler that was Kareena’s right foot. There was a loud, somewhat meaty THWAP as Kareena’s Super Kick connected with Dia’s chin and sent her sprawling onto her back in a glassy-eyed heap.
Losing her balance after the strike landed, Kareena quickly regained her footing, threw herself on top of the larger girl and hooked the far leg. Bearing down on the cover, Kareena closed her eyes and put all her strength into keeping Dia prostrate as the ref swooped in and counted off “ONE… TWO… THREE!”
There was a loud roar from the crowd (not to mention a healthy chorus of boos, mostly from the Dia fans) and then the Ring Announcer stated what everyone else already knew, “Dia Mirza has been eliminated!”
Peeling herself off the beaten girl’s sweat-tacky tummy, Kareena got to her feet and glared down into Dia’s face. Treating her adversary to a short, sharp kick in the ribs, the Kareena snarled, “Remember this the next time you think about interfering in my match bitch.”
She started to say something else but a voice from behind chided, “Hey no fair, I’M the one who’s supposed to kick em when they’re down.”
Groaning inwardly, Kareena whirled to confront the voice but was instead met with the sight of Ameesha’s boots flying towards her face. Kareena had just enough time to mutter, “Shit.” and then her world exploded in another bright…FLASH!
Infinitely aware of the threats at both twelve and six, Ameesha took a deep breath and pleaded, “Feet don’t fail me now.”
Putting the aforementioned appendages to use, she sank into a crouch and then jumped straight up, spreading her legs in a rough 45-degree arc as she did so. There wasn’t much clearance, but it was just enough for Deol to pass under her; making the brunette Kareena’s problem for the next few seconds. Back on terra firma, Esha grumbled as Ameesha eluded her lunge, but that disappointment vanished as Kareena suddenly popped into view. Smiling wickedly, the curvaceous grappler extended her right arm and DOVE forward, catching Kareena across the chest with a Lariat that almost turned her inside out before hit the mat.
Putting on the brakes, Esha stared at Kareena’s splayed form and asked, “What’s wrong Kareena? You forgot how hard I can hit?
Esha didn’t’ get an answer, at least not the one she wanted. Before Kareena could offer up a response, Ameesha smashed a forearm into the base of her neck. Dark eyes flashing, Ameesha buried both hands in Esha’s hair and pulled Kareena back to her feet. Spinning the other brunette around to face her, Ameesha stared into Deol’s pained face and hissed, “No more alliances; it’s time for the real wrestlers to get down to business.”
Ameesha slapped a Half on Esha’s right arm before using her left hand to capture Deol’s right wrist and pull it roughly across her throat, cinching in the Cobra Clutch. Ragdolling Deol back and forth with violent twists of her hips, Ameesha pressed her lips to the brunette’s ear and cooed, “I should take the time to choke you out, but I don’t want to waste the energy.”
The taunt was still coming out of her mouth when Ameesha rose up on her toes and yanked herself backwards. Both girls hit the canvas hard, but Esha got the worst of it; she landed flat on her back, skull jouncing off the mat a few times thanks to Ameesha’s amalgamation of Russian Leg Sweep-Cobra Clutch.
Shoving Deol away, Ameesha got to her feet and turned her attention to the Kareena, “All right Kareena, now your ass belongs to ME.”
Getting nothing from either of her opponents, Ameesha strutted over to the blonde and hauled her to her feet. Taking a two-handed grip on Kareena’s wrist, Ameesha pointed her rival towards the corner and whipped her into the buckles. Waiting just long enough to confirm Kareena’s collision, Ameesha charged after Kareena and left her feet once more, this time tucking her knees up across her chest so she could slam shin-first into her biggest enemy’s sternum.
Grinning from ear-to-ear as all the air rushed out of Kareena’s lungs, Ameesha landed on her feet and peeled Kareena out of the corner. Slipping in behind Kareena, Ameesha hopped up onto the top buckle and grabbed Kareena by the hair. Tugging the vixen toward her, Ameesha kept her seat on the buckle as she bent Kareena backwards and looped an arm around her neck to cinch in the Inverted Facelock. Riding out Kareena’s meager escape attempts, Ameesha teased, “That loud CRUNCHING you’re about to hear is either your neck or all hopes of a second consecutive win against me coming to an end. I’ll let you decide!”
Holding Kareena prone, Ameesha pushed away from the corner, swung in a wide, looping half circle and then sat-out, drilling the back of Kareena’s skull into the mat with an Inverted Tornado DDT.
Savoring the violent spasm that wracked the Kareena’s frame, Ameesha pounced on the downed Kareena and hooked the far leg. Impressed with the brunette’s ability to divide her attention between both foes, the official dropped down and slapped the mat, ‘ONE… TWO…’Kareena shot her right shoulder off the mat, breaking the count.
Aggravated but not discouraged, Ameesha pushed to her feet and said, “All right Kareena, keep getting up, I don’t ever get tired of beating you dow-NNNNNGH!”
Ameesha’s missive turned into a pained howl as Esha DRILLED a sadistic left hook into the other brunette’s liver. Licking her lips as Ameesha sank to her knees, Esha added, “You took the words right out of my mouth.”
Flicking her gaze between Kareena and Ameesha, Deol experienced a moment of indecision that faded the second she remembered the feel of having her head drilled into the mat by the brunette’s Ameesha Raid. Yanking Ameesha to her feet, Deol bent at the waist and looped one hand between her foe’s legs while the other found its way around her Ameesha’s chin. Huffing with exhaustion, Esha hoisted Ameesha off the mat, draping the petite brunette across her shoulders in the debilitating Torture Rack.
Bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, Esha listened to her victim moan before parading her around the ring, letting everyone see that Ameesha was helpless in her grasp. Deol was about to strut back to the middle of the ring and an assured elimination when Ameesha jammed an elbow down into the brunette’s forehead. Her vision suddenly awash with swirling stars, Esha’s grip slackened and Ameesha slipped free. Fighting through the ache in her back and neck, Ameesha molded herself to Deol’s back and wrapped her up in a tight Sleeper Hold.
Quashing the urge to taunt her opposition, Ameesha suddenly left her feet and flung them out behind her, becoming almost parallel to the mat for a moment, even though she was suspended a few feet in the air. When gravity reclaimed her, Ameesha crashed down the mat and took Deol along for the ride, smashing the back of Esha’s head and neck against the canvas with a hastily applied but no less effective Sleeper Slam. Taking a few deep breaths, Ameesha rolled to her feet and muttered, “That’s the last time I underestimate you Deol. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you might actually be GOOD at this.”
Done with words for the moment, Ameesha walked to Esha’s legs and stood between them, facing away from the downed brunette’s head. Bending down, Ameesha grabbed Esha’s ankles and tucked them under her armpits before standing up. With her arms looped around Deol’s legs, Ameesha called out, “I was going to pause here and make a joke about crabs, but I figured you’ve probably heard all the good ones. I’ll just settle for snapping you in two.” Saving her breath for her next bit of offensive black magic, she slowly pulled Esha’s legs up as high as they could go, then turned her adversary onto her stomach and sat down, applying an inverted variant on a classic wrestling standard. Indeed, Ameesha had Esha bent in the terrible C shape that was the hallmark of the original Boston Crab, but Ameesha was facing towards Esha as opposed to away from her.
This peculiar inversion of the hold seemed to have no effect on the pain it could cause as was evidenced by Esha’s frantic scratching and clawing of the mat, not to mention the small of her back. Dropping into the deepest crouch she could while still maintaining her balance; Ameesha poured every ounce of available pressure into the hold and sneered, “Ready to give it up gutter slut?”
Instead of getting an answer from her victim, she heard a quiet pattering coming towards her and looked up. This turned out to be a mixed blessing; she got to see Kareena leave her feet and lash her leg towards Ameesha’s temple, but she was far too late to do anything about it. A heartbeat later the Kareena’s shin ‘THWAPPED!’ off the side of Ameesha’s head, thus completing the brutally simple, brutally effective Shining Wizard.
Hopping to her feet Kareena whirled into a fluid Martial Arts Pose and exclaimed, “THAT’S HOW IT’S DONE PEOPLE!”
Basking in the applause, Kareena straightened up and returned her attention to Ameesha. If all went according to plan, she’d soon have Ameesha on her belly and begging for mercy in the Sharpshooter, all her ambitions banished in one mind-blowing…FLASH!
THUD! THUD! THUD! The three remaining competitors stood in a loose triangle and slammed callous punches off anything they could hit. Grunting low in the back of her throat after a Haymaker from Ameesha landed in her gut; Esha shrugged off the pain and shot her left hand out. Grabbing a handful of Ameesha’s dark hair, Deol darted out her free hand and helped herself to Kareena’s locks. Not allowing the pair a chance to fight her off, Deol brought her hands together, bashing Kareena and Ameesha’s heads together with a jury rigged Headbutt.
Laughing happily as Kareena and Ameesha sank to their knees; Esha pulled the woozy brunette to her feet and clamped an iron-grip on Ameesha’s wrist. Directing her woozy foe towards the far corner; Deol purred, “Time to put you on the scrap heap with the other posers Ameesha.”
Preparing her foe for the pile, Esha sent her victim loping towards the unforgiving steel. Just as Ameesha slammed home, Deol grabbed the reeling Kareena and pointed her in the same direction. Pressing her lips to Kareena’s ear, Deol whispered, “Told you I could beat you when it counted Kareena. It won’t be long now.”
When Kareena tried to moan a response, Esha launched her old friend towards the corner and waited to see what would happen. The answer wasn’t long in coming; as Kareena sped towards the battered brunette, Ameesha pulled up her knees and jammed both feet forward, catching the Kareena in the face with her boots.
Smirking as Kareena groaned and dropped to her knees, Ameesha chuckled, “Thanks for the gift Esha; I’ll make sure you get one of your own in the next few minutes!”
Hopping up onto the second turnbuckle, Ameesha immediately jumped back down, catching Kareena in a loose Standing Headscissors. In the blink of an eye, Ameesha wrapped her arms around Kareena’s waist, bent her knees and executed a tightFront Flip, spiking the top of Kareena’s head into the canvas with her visually stunning Ameesha Raid. There was a single dull THUD and Kareena went limp; all the fight taken out of her in the span of less than three seconds. Roaring in triumph, Ameesha popped to her feet and screamed, “YOU’RE MINE BITCERRGHH!”
The last word came out all wrong thanks to the heartless Toe Kick that a patiently waiting Esha Deol Deol buried in her abdomen. Moving with an urgency she very rarely felt, Deol lifted the black clad beauty up on her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Holding Ameesha prone on her shoulders, Esha said, “Stop stealing my lines Ameesha.” Speaking no more, Deol spun around twice and then fell hard to the side, driving Ameesha’s head and shoulders into the unyielding mat with the Death Valley Driver she called the Heartbreaker. The second the move connected, Deol hurled herself across Ameesha’s chest and wrapped up both legs. Placing all her weight on Ameesha’s upper body, Esha folded her victim in half and nodded in time as the ref counted off, “ONE… TWO… THREE!”
From his place on the outside, the Announcer exclaimed, “Ameesha Patel has been eliminated!”
Esha tossed Ameesha’s legs aside and scrambled to her feet. Raising both hands high overhead, the remaining brunette exclaimed, “ONLY ONE MORE!”Catching her breath, Esha turned to face the slowly-recovering Kareena she added, “Get up Kareena. Get up and let me show you why I deserve to win.”
The words had just left her mouth when Deol had a change of heart. It would be better for her aspirations if Kareena couldn’t get up. After all, Kareena had just been drilled with Ameesha Raid, if she could take advantage of that, this match might be over sooner rather than later. Stalking the ex-friend with hard, pitiless look in her eyes Deol hauled Kareena to her feet and easily secured her foe in a Front Face-Lock. Slinging Kareena’s near arm over her shoulder, Esha used her free hand to snag a generous helping of Kareena’s tights.
Pulling the slick material up in an inadvertent half-wedgie, Esha bent her knees and muttered, “Please don’t consider this pouring it on Kareena. I just want this to be over.” Finishing her cryptic statement Esha lifted Kareena off the canvas and held her inverted directly over her head. In most cases, Esha would have held this position for several more seconds, but given that she was fighting exhaustion herself and Kareena’s head was already in pretty bad shape, Esha only held Kareena aloft for two seconds. Then she sat out and drilled Kareena’s forehead into the canvas with the aptly named Brainbuster.
Immediately releasing the Front Facelock, Deol rolled over onto Kareena’s chest and hooked both legs. Folding Kareena up the same way she’d done to Ameesha, Esha held on for dear life as the referee counted off ‘ONE… TWO… THRE-NO!’ Somehow, Kareena kicked out at the last possible second, halting the count and Esha’s win, at least for a few more seconds.
Rubbing away the tears she felt forming at the corners of her eyes, Esha buried her hands in the Kareena’s sweat-soaked locks and helped them both regain verticality. Holding Kareena against her in a loose Bearhug, the brunette asked her friend, “Why are you making me do this Kareena? I don’t want to ruin you, just STAY DOWN!”
Hoping her next move would convince Kareena to comply with her request; Deol released her hold on Kareena’s waist, dipped her shoulder and scooped the unresisting Kareena up onto her shoulders in another Fireman’s Carry. Trudging to the middle of the ring just to make sure there was no way Kareena could use the ropes to escape, Deol bent her knees and pushed up hard, looking to use the Heartbreaker to secure another victory. But when Kareena should have been crashing into the mat, Kareena’s amazing agility and ring awareness made their presence felt in a big way. Less than a quarter of the way through the descent, Kareena floated out of Deol’s grasp, turning the potentially neck-breaking fall into a beautiful flip that brought her down safely only a few feet away. Moving like lightning, Kareena whirled around and left her feet, flying towards Esha with her right foot aimed directly at the brunette’s face. Eyes wide, Deol ducked low and lunged forward, avoiding the Flying Crescent Kick by mere inches.
Cursing under their breath, both grapplers turned for a second pass at the other, but Esha was just a little quicker about it and she cut Kareena off at the knees with a vile boot to the abdomen. Grabbing Kareena by the hair, Esha said, “That was a pretty good trick Kareena, but you keep forgetting that I know all your tricks. Unfortunately, you can’t say the same.”
Esha trapped Kareena’s head in her armpit while wrapping her arms under Kareena’s arms before locking both of her hands on the small of the Kareena’s back. Before Kareena had a chance to protest Esha left her feet and fell toward the canvas, melding Kareena’s unprotected face with the canvas thanks to her patented Double Arm DDT.
Sitting on her butt, Deol thought about going for the pin again but decided against it. If Kareena was going to be stubborn about it, she’d just take all the fight out of her the easy way. Standing up, she scrambled over to Kareena’s side and nudged Kareena over onto her straddling Kareena’s back, Esha looked out at the audience and shouted, “GONNA BEND HER NOW!” As the audience egged her on, Esha sat down on the small of Kareena’s back and went to work. A small smile on her face, Esha reached forward, gripped Kareena under the armpits and pulled back in a move that yanked her foe’s torso off the mat and allowed Esha to drape Kareena’s arms over Deol’s knees in one often-practiced motion. With the Camel Clutch almost locked in, Esha shifted her grip to Kareena’s chin, threading both hands under her captive’s jaw. Hold now officially locked in, Esha waited just long enough to promise, “I won’t draw this out Kareena. As soon as you give up, I’ll let you go.”
She pulled back as far as she could, bending Kareena’s neck to the breaking point. Kareena shrieked in abject agony; she had thought beating Deol was not going to be the least of her worries coming into this match, but Esha had really upped her game even more and the brunette seemed dead-set on proving herself capable of beating the Kareena for that big win she wanted so badly. Loathing the feel of the tears streaming down her face, Kareena fought the urge to surrender as hard as she could, driven onward by the fact that truly believed that she was the winner and she wasn’t going to let ANYONE, friend or foe, take that away from her.
Shaking her head ‘no’ to the ref’s inquiry of her submission, Kareena put the pain aside as best she could and enacted her only plan of escape. Moving her arms back a little further, she managed to dig her hands in behind Deol’s knees and clamp down. Preparing for the burst of agony she knew was coming, Kareena leaned back even further, screaming in both anguish and triumph as she succeeded in getting to one knee. After that, it was surprisingly easy to get back to her feet, even with a startled Deol still latched onto her like the world’s most gorgeous remora. Hoping against hope that she was headed in the right direction, Kareena maintained her death-grip on Esha’s thighs and stumbled backwards fast. After a few seconds of blind stumbling, she rammed them both into a corner, squashing Esha between her body and the turnbuckles.
When the hateful grip around her chin finally slackened, Kareena tore free from her captor and turned to face her old sparring enemy. Fire blazing in her eyes, Kareena chested into her stunned rival and hissed, “You may know all my tricks Deol, but that doesn’t mean you know how to defend against them.”
Intent on proving her point, Kareena stepped back a few paces and grabbed the top rope to Deol’s right. Planting her left foot on the mat, Kareena took a second to catch her breath and then started firing murderously stiff kicks into any and every part of Deol that she could reach.
THUP, THUP THUP! A trio of shots tenderize brunette belly.
THUP, THUP, THUP! Deol’s vaunted rack gets the same hard-hearted treatment.
THUP, THUP, THUP! Ever higher, the Kareena tagging Esha, this time across the cheek.
If they hadn’t known already, no one in the audience could have believed these girls were longtime friends before turning hated rivals. After her last kick off Esha’s jaw connected, the ref finally got persistent and began his count. Not willing to let Deol out of the buckles just yet, Kareena ceased hacking away at her foe, only to step in close and wrap both arms around the brunette’s waist. Groaning with the effort, Kareena hoisted Esha up onto the top turnbuckle, and then climbed up with her. With her feet balanced on the second rope, Kareena held Deol’s head in both hands, keeping the brunette in place for her next move.
Breathing hard, Kareena looked down into Esha’s pain-addled face and panted, “You put up a great fight Deol, but like I told you, you cannot beat me when it really counts.”
As Esha started to reply, Kareena leapt up from her perch on the middle rope and wrapped both legs around Esha’s neck. As soon as she locked her ankles, Kareena fell back, using gravity and her own momentum to hurl Deol more than halfway across the ring with a Hurricanrana from the top rope. Energized by the sound of Esha’s body crashing to the mat and the roar of the mob chanting ‘KAREENA, KAREENA!’
Kareena nipped up and drew her thumb across her throat in a savage, unmistakable gesture. Staring out into the sea of faces, Kareena screamed, “TIME TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S MINE!”
Milking this latest burst of adrenaline for all it was worth, Kareena stalked over to Esha’s feet and grabbed one ankle in each hand. Pulling Deol’s legs up into the V shape that was the first step of the Sharpshooter; Kareena stepped through with her left leg, planting her foot next to Esha’s right hip. Crossing the unresisting limbs over her intruding leg, Kareena bent her knees to begin the final turn and that’s when Deol reared up off the mat and grabbed her by the hair. Faster than the audience could react, Esha tugged Kareena forward, upsetting her balance to roll her up into something that wasn’t exactly a cradle, but it was close enough. Whatever you wanted to call it, Kareena’s shoulders were down and Esha was on top of her, so the zebra had a job to do. Dropping to his knees, the ref slapped the mat,‘ONE… TWO… THR-NO!’ Kareena’s frantic wriggling paid off at the last second and she was able to break free of the impromptu pin.
Scrambling to get her feet under her, Kareena went right back to Esha’s legs and hooked them in the V position again. After she crossed Deol’s legs a second time, Kareena knelt and started to turn only to have Esha grab her by the hair and SMASH several desperate Punches off the Kareena’s cheek.
Letting out a disappointed groan, Kareena broke off from the Sharpshooter and staggered back, but when her head cleared a few seconds later, she immediately came forward again. Settling on a new course of action, the enraged Kareena pulled Deol to her feet, booted her in the gut and then trapped her in a Standing Headscissors. Beside herself with anger and frustration, Kareena snarled, “One way or the other Deol, you’re kissing canvas tonighUNNNGHH!”
In an interesting twist of fate, Kareena ended up on her back when Esha wrapped her arms around the Kareena’s knees and swept them out from her with a simple Double Leg Takedown. Believing that this was her last chance to defeat Kareena, Esha glared down into her foe’s face and said two words, not without a trace of sympathy. “Sorry Kareena.” Then she brought her right foot up and crashing down between Kareena’s thighs. Kareena howled in agony and flopped over onto her belly which proved to be exactly the wrong thing to do. Standing over Kareena’s back, Esha bent down and grabbed both of Kareena’s ankles, pulling her legs up and then tucking them into her armpits.
Working as fast as she could, Deol bent down a bit farther and grabbed her opponent’s wrists, one in each hand. Esha took a deep breath and then pulled up, lifting Kareena off the canvas by her feet and hands, bending the trapped for in an insidious U shape. The Deol Clutch had just been cinched on and Esha added the final touches by beginning to swing Kareena gently back and forth, putting even more intense pressure on her captive’s extended limbs and bent back. The excruciating pain of this hold brought Kareena around like a whiff of smelling salts, but it was something she didn’t relish as she immediately began screaming in anguish. Keeping up the subtle rocking motion, Esha looked down at her opponent and demanded, “GIVE UP.”
Tears flowing freely now, Kareena shook her head ‘no’ and screamed, “NEVER!”
Gritting her teeth, Deol increased the force of the swinging and repeated, “GIVE IT UP KAREENA!”
Still shaking her head in an emphatic but helpless denial, the Kareena roared, “YOU CAN’T MAKE ME QUIT!”
Her voice barely a whisper, Esha countered, “Oh yes I can.” and ratcheted up the power behind the Deol Clutch even more. With Kareena swinging like a tortured pendulum in her grasp, Deol gave her command one more time. “SUBMIT BEFORE I SNAP YOU IN TWO!”
“FUCK YOU!” Kareena shrieked right back. Incensed beyond rational thought, Deol suddenly released her grip, letting Kareena drop back to the mat with a sweaty THUD! Running her hands through her hair, Deol stalked around to Kareena’s head and scraped the foe off the canvas. Convinced that there was no possible way for the Kareena to resist the Heartbreaker now, Esha muscled the semi-coherent girl up onto her shoulders into one last Fireman’s Carry. Already hearing the announcer calling her name after the bell, Deol muttered, “You lose Kareena. When it really matters, you couldn’t beat meUNNNGHH!”
Kareena’s left hand reached up and raked the brunette across the face, blinding her. As she fought to clear her vision, Esha felt Kareena wriggle off her shoulders and blinded or not, she wasn’t going to let her get away. Spinning around, she lashed out with a wild backhand only to feel Kareena grab her around the knees and pull as hard as she could. There was a nauseating second of weightless and then the back of her head hit the mat. Her vision nothing more than swirls and mad tilts of color, the brunette was still cogent enough to hear Kareena’s voice hiss, “No Esha, I didn’t lose. That’s what makes me a champion.” The brunette opened her mouth to respond but before she could, Kareena stomped down on her crotch and the only sound she could manage was a tortured scream.
Deciding to put her faith in the old adage Kareena split Deol’s legs in a V and instantly stepped through with her right leg, planting it on the mat next to Esha’s left hip. Moving fast, she crossed the trapped gams over her right leg and locked them in place. Almost done now, she turned Esha over onto her stomach and sat down, finally able to introduce Deol to the miseries of the Sharpshooter. Esha flailed wildly as the vicious hold destroyed her legs and back, but the brunette wouldn’t give in just yet. Getting her hands under her, she clawed desperately towards the ropes and was within inches of reaching them when Kareena rose up and marched her back towards the center of the ring. Settling back down onto Deol’s stretched out back, Kareena pulled back as far as she could go, nearly bending her victim in half. Flipping hair from her eyes,Kareena drove her butt down into the small of Esha’s back one more time and screamed, “QUIT! QUIT GOD DAMN YOU!”
With her back being shredded and her face grinding against the mat, Esha choked back a sob and made one final attempt to reach the ropes. Still several feet away from sanctuary, she let her hand hang in the air for nearly ten seconds before she started brought it down and tapped the mat three times to signal her surrender.
In perfect position to see the brunette’s concession, the referee called for the bell and the Announcer followed it up by proclaiming, “Esha Deol Deol has been eliminated! The winner is KAREENA KAPOOR!”