[stormbolt7]

FRIDAY NIGHT FIGHTS
MAZINMAGS vs STACIE T' BEAN !!

Gorilla: "Hello fans, welcome to another edition of Friday Night Fists!
"Last week, after a win, in a non title match." MazinMags was signing a fans MazinMags souvenir T-shirt."
"When Stacie on her way backstage, before her four way match." "Grabbed the shirt, laughing, tossing it onto the floor."
"Then stomping on it."

Weasel: " I saw that, but later was what surprised me." "Little miss goody Mags, ruining Stacie's celebration."

Gorilla: " You got that right Weasel." "Here is backstage footage, of Mags making a statement." "Fan favorite or not she had enough."
After Stacie won the four way match, on her way to celebrate in the locker room."
"BAM here comes Mags beautiful body, and fists a-flying!"

Weasel: "How dare she do this to the sexy Stacie, it's just shocking." "How she thinks she can get away with this!"
"I'm outraged, and think Stacie should have had me as her manager to stop things like this.""

Gorilla: "Oh puhhlease Weasel, you would sell her out for a sandwich and a couple of bucks." "Message sent."
"Mags may be a friendly, and sweet lady." "You just don't mess with her fans."
"Referees and security having to break it up."
"So management decided, to let these two beautiful young ladies." "Settle it in the ring tonight!"
"I'm sure both ladies bringing their A game tonight." "Souvenir T-shirts for both Mags and Stacie flying off the shelf!!"

Weasel: " I wonder if Stacie will give me one, for being a huge fan of hers."

Gorilla:" "Yeah so much a fan, I saw you trying to resell her merchandise for double the price."
"Dumping it and her like she was past history."

Weasel:" Well a guys gotta eat."

Gorilla ... "ANYWAYS let's take you down ringside. As both ladies are about to be introduced!! 

Announcer ..
"LADIES and gentlemen .. The following match is a one on one, scheduled for one fall. The winner to be decided by pinfall, count out or submission ..

Making their way to the ring ..
Feisty and fan favorite .... she is AMAZIN .. MAZINMAGS !!!!!

Her opponent ... representing the DOA

Simply SENSATIONAL .. STACIE T' BEAN!!!

[Stacie t'Bean]

Straight from my win in the fatal 4-way, after being announced I enter the arena with a huge amount of confidence.  Granted, my chin is still smarting from the quick little brawl that Megs and I had in the locker room area after that match but I'm positive that was a lucky sucker punch as I strut in and and jog down to the ring, wearing my skimpy black 2-piece set of ring gear, exposing my toned tummy and legs. Black sneakerboots and knee pads complete my look.

As I make a pass around the ring, I'm a bit surprised and disheartened by the many BOO's i'm getting.  Clearly, fresh faced little Megs is the fan fav here tonight so I decide to go with it and begin to flip off people, and smirk and growl at others.  "SHUDDUP YOU BUNCH OF IDIOTS" I yell, SHUDDUP" and again show her fans their IQ with my middle finger......YOU'RE SWEET MEGS WILL BE LICKING MY BOOTS WHEN THIS IS OVER".  Climbing to the the apron, where I wiggle my cute little ass at a guy pulling for me near my corner, I swing through the ropes and settle back against the post to await my opponent.  My confidence a little shaken by the mostly unwelcoming crowd, outwardly showing defiance and hatefulness at Meg's fans but my heart races inside, not sure what to expect from this young beautiful semi-rookie (at least to me).

[queenoffight]

Of course my vote is Stacie , I mean I can't see another real fighter in this poll to vote, I fought Stacie before she is very   strong and skillful , I respect her very much and she is really really sweet and I believe she will win this

[MazinMags]

One of us has momentum coming into this match, and you wouldn’t think it would be me. While I’d given it everything I had to become the CFWA’s first Cruiserweight champion, but had come up short against Victorious Nikki, Stacie had just staked a strong claim on being the number one contender for the World title, even if she hadn’t completely earned that shot just yet. So, really, neither one of us could afford to lose this match: she needed it to ride into a title opportunity, and I need it to put myself on a path towards a rematch with Nikki.

Panic! At the Disco’s “High Hopes” plays over the speakers, and I push the curtains open to enter the arena, the resounding roar of approval from the crowd even catching me by surprise! I race down the aisle, dressed tonight in my baby blue two piece, my trademark “’MAZIN’” written in flowing gold, cursive script across my butt. I practically skip up the steps, making sure to wipe my boots on the apron before slipping through the ropes.

Once the bell sounds, I move out of my corner, ready to lock up with you. And hopefully, if I can claim the initial advantage, maneuver you into a tight side headlock…

[Stacie t'Bean]

One of us has momentum coming into this match, and you wouldn’t think it would be me. While I’d given it everything I had to become the CFWA’s first Cruiserweight champion, but had come up short against Victorious Nikki, Stacie had just staked a strong claim on being the number one contender for the World title, even if she hadn’t completely earned that shot just yet. So, really, neither one of us could afford to lose this match: she needed it to ride into a title opportunity, and I need it to put myself on a path towards a rematch with Nikki.

Panic! At the Disco’s “High Hopes” plays over the speakers, and I push the curtains open to enter the arena, the resounding roar of approval from the crowd even catching me by surprise! I race down the aisle, dressed tonight in my baby blue two piece, my trademark “’MAZIN’” written in flowing gold, cursive script across my butt. I practically skip up the steps, making sure to wipe my boots on the apron before slipping through the ropes.

Once the bell sounds, I move out of my corner, ready to lock up with you. And hopefully, if I can claim the initial advantage, maneuver you into a tight side headlock…

Rolls my eyes and my face turns a little red as Megs races down the isle to all the applause that I feel I should have been mine.  She slips in and I look her over, eyes narrowed, thinking she looks pretty tight and toned, not seeing any obvious areas to target.  Just then the bell rings, snapping me out of my thoughts and i take a deep breath, bring up my hands and come out to meet her. 

"Come on.sweetheart, let's see whatcha got" I pant out as I wiggle my fingers for you to come at me just as you lunge forward.  EEEUUGHH!  grunts softly as you quickly get me in a headlock and I feel your am muscles tighten against my ears. Hissing "shit" under my breath while grabbing your wrist with one hand and sending my other around your waist before siding it up to your silky hair (but probably not naturally blonde like mine).  Aiming to jerk you back while I kick your nearest foot out from under you as we struggle around in the center ring.

[MazinMags]

One of us has momentum coming into this match, and you wouldn’t think it would be me. While I’d given it everything I had to become the CFWA’s first Cruiserweight champion, but had come up short against Victorious Nikki, Stacie had just staked a strong claim on being the number one contender for the World title, even if she hadn’t completely earned that shot just yet. So, really, neither one of us could afford to lose this match: she needed it to ride into a title opportunity, and I need it to put myself on a path towards a rematch with Nikki.

Panic! At the Disco’s “High Hopes” plays over the speakers, and I push the curtains open to enter the arena, the resounding roar of approval from the crowd even catching me by surprise! I race down the aisle, dressed tonight in my baby blue two piece, my trademark “’MAZIN’” written in flowing gold, cursive script across my butt. I practically skip up the steps, making sure to wipe my boots on the apron before slipping through the ropes.

Once the bell sounds, I move out of my corner, ready to lock up with you. And hopefully, if I can claim the initial advantage, maneuver you into a tight side headlock…

Rolls my eyes and my face turns a little red as Megs races down the isle to all the applause that I feel I should have been mine.  She slips in and I look her over, eyes narrowed, thinking she looks pretty tight and toned, not seeing any obvious areas to target.  Just then the bell rings, snapping me out of my thoughts and i take a deep breath, bring up my hands and come out to meet her. 

"Come on.sweetheart, let's see whatcha got" I pant out as I wiggle my fingers for you to come at me just as you lunge forward.  EEEUUGHH!  grunts softly as you quickly get me in a headlock and I feel your am muscles tighten against my ears. Hissing "shit" under my breath while grabbing your wrist with one hand and sending my other around your waist before siding it up to your silky hair (but probably not naturally blonde like mine).  Aiming to jerk you back while I kick your nearest foot out from under you as we struggle around in the center ring.

Round one to me, I think, a tiny, satisfied smile pursing my lips as I feel the warm breath from your grunt against my side. But it’s early yet, and I know I’ve still got a lot of work to do before… “Aggghhh!”

Sure enough, before I can really start going to work on the headlock, I feel your fingers tighten on my hair and tug down. Painful, certainly. But not a game changer in itself. Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t by itself. Just as I start to call the ref’s attention to your hairpull, your foot cuts mine out from underneath me, dropping me to one knee. My fall allows your head to pop free of my grasp, and puts me on the defensive. Trying to get back to my feet, with my back turned to you, would leave me too vulnerable, so I go with the flow. Dropping to that “’Mazin’” butt of mine, I try to spin back toward you, hoping to use my legs to trip you up, and bring you down to the mat with me…

[MazinMags]

(By the way, thanks to whoever voted that we both look great! )

[Sinful Senorita Carmen]

Let's go Stacie!!!!

[Stacie t'Bean]

One of us has momentum coming into this match, and you wouldn’t think it would be me. While I’d given it everything I had to become the CFWA’s first Cruiserweight champion, but had come up short against Victorious Nikki, Stacie had just staked a strong claim on being the number one contender for the World title, even if she hadn’t completely earned that shot just yet. So, really, neither one of us could afford to lose this match: she needed it to ride into a title opportunity, and I need it to put myself on a path towards a rematch with Nikki.

Panic! At the Disco’s “High Hopes” plays over the speakers, and I push the curtains open to enter the arena, the resounding roar of approval from the crowd even catching me by surprise! I race down the aisle, dressed tonight in my baby blue two piece, my trademark “’MAZIN’” written in flowing gold, cursive script across my butt. I practically skip up the steps, making sure to wipe my boots on the apron before slipping through the ropes.

Once the bell sounds, I move out of my corner, ready to lock up with you. And hopefully, if I can claim the initial advantage, maneuver you into a tight side headlock…

Rolls my eyes and my face turns a little red as Megs races down the isle to all the applause that I feel I should have been mine.  She slips in and I look her over, eyes narrowed, thinking she looks pretty tight and toned, not seeing any obvious areas to target.  Just then the bell rings, snapping me out of my thoughts and i take a deep breath, bring up my hands and come out to meet her. 

"Come on.sweetheart, let's see whatcha got" I pant out as I wiggle my fingers for you to come at me just as you lunge forward.  EEEUUGHH!  grunts softly as you quickly get me in a headlock and I feel your am muscles tighten against my ears. Hissing "shit" under my breath while grabbing your wrist with one hand and sending my other around your waist before siding it up to your silky hair (but probably not naturally blonde like mine).  Aiming to jerk you back while I kick your nearest foot out from under you as we struggle around in the center ring.

Round one to me, I think, a tiny, satisfied smile pursing my lips as I feel the warm breath from your grunt against my side. But it’s early yet, and I know I’ve still got a lot of work to do before… “Aggghhh!”

Sure enough, before I can really start going to work on the headlock, I feel your fingers tighten on my hair and tug down. Painful, certainly. But not a game changer in itself. Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t by itself. Just as I start to call the ref’s attention to your hairpull, your foot cuts mine out from underneath me, dropping me to one knee. My fall allows your head to pop free of my grasp, and puts me on the defensive. Trying to get back to my feet, with my back turned to you, would leave me too vulnerable, so I go with the flow. Dropping to that “’Mazin’” butt of mine, I try to spin back toward you, hoping to use my legs to trip you up, and bring you down to the mat with me…

"Yes" i pant as i pop my head free, my ear really getting smushed by your surprisingly strong arm and my cheek getting lightly scrapped by the damn embroidery on your top (though having my nose pressed into your side boob wasn't half bad). My hand twisted deeply into your hair, I purposely scratch at your scalp with my nails as my kick to your closest leg worked,  dropping you to your knee.

Pleased that my move worked, I smile as I begin to pull you up by your hair, hopefully with your back to me, "get up bitch, I'm just getting started" i snarl, teeth gritted but then out of nowhere you drop completely down to your way too cute ass and pivot.  "HUH!!" sucking in a tight breath as I lose hold of your hair, my eyes go wide as your legs cut my feet out from under me. Dropping like a rock to my own "mazin" butt I bounce once, twice.  My thighs jiggle as i sit for a moment in mid ring slightly stunned with my eyes still wide..... "What the F.....?!"

[MazinMags]

One of us has momentum coming into this match, and you wouldn’t think it would be me. While I’d given it everything I had to become the CFWA’s first Cruiserweight champion, but had come up short against Victorious Nikki, Stacie had just staked a strong claim on being the number one contender for the World title, even if she hadn’t completely earned that shot just yet. So, really, neither one of us could afford to lose this match: she needed it to ride into a title opportunity, and I need it to put myself on a path towards a rematch with Nikki.

Panic! At the Disco’s “High Hopes” plays over the speakers, and I push the curtains open to enter the arena, the resounding roar of approval from the crowd even catching me by surprise! I race down the aisle, dressed tonight in my baby blue two piece, my trademark “’MAZIN’” written in flowing gold, cursive script across my butt. I practically skip up the steps, making sure to wipe my boots on the apron before slipping through the ropes.

Once the bell sounds, I move out of my corner, ready to lock up with you. And hopefully, if I can claim the initial advantage, maneuver you into a tight side headlock…

Rolls my eyes and my face turns a little red as Megs races down the isle to all the applause that I feel I should have been mine.  She slips in and I look her over, eyes narrowed, thinking she looks pretty tight and toned, not seeing any obvious areas to target.  Just then the bell rings, snapping me out of my thoughts and i take a deep breath, bring up my hands and come out to meet her. 

"Come on.sweetheart, let's see whatcha got" I pant out as I wiggle my fingers for you to come at me just as you lunge forward.  EEEUUGHH!  grunts softly as you quickly get me in a headlock and I feel your am muscles tighten against my ears. Hissing "shit" under my breath while grabbing your wrist with one hand and sending my other around your waist before siding it up to your silky hair (but probably not naturally blonde like mine).  Aiming to jerk you back while I kick your nearest foot out from under you as we struggle around in the center ring.

Round one to me, I think, a tiny, satisfied smile pursing my lips as I feel the warm breath from your grunt against my side. But it’s early yet, and I know I’ve still got a lot of work to do before… “Aggghhh!”

Sure enough, before I can really start going to work on the headlock, I feel your fingers tighten on my hair and tug down. Painful, certainly. But not a game changer in itself. Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t by itself. Just as I start to call the ref’s attention to your hairpull, your foot cuts mine out from underneath me, dropping me to one knee. My fall allows your head to pop free of my grasp, and puts me on the defensive. Trying to get back to my feet, with my back turned to you, would leave me too vulnerable, so I go with the flow. Dropping to that “’Mazin’” butt of mine, I try to spin back toward you, hoping to use my legs to trip you up, and bring you down to the mat with me…

"Yes" i pant as i pop my head free, my ear really getting smushed by your surprisingly strong arm and my cheek getting lightly scrapped by the damn embroidery on your top (though having my nose pressed into your side boob wasn't half bad). My hand twisted deeply into your hair, I purposely scratch at your scalp with my nails as my kick to your closest leg worked,  dropping you to your knee.

Pleased that my move worked, I smile as I begin to pull you up by your hair, hopefully with your back to me, "get up bitch, I'm just getting started" i snarl, teeth gritted but then out of nowhere you drop completely down to your way too cute ass and pivot.  "HUH!!" sucking in a tight breath as I lose hold of your hair, my eyes go wide as your legs cut my feet out from under me. Dropping like a rock to my own "mazin" butt I bounce once, twice.  My thighs jiggle as i sit for a moment in mid ring slightly stunned with my eyes still wide..... "What the F.....?!"

Never been the biggest. Never been the strongest. But I’ve always been quick, and that quickness helps me keep you from keepin’ me on the defensive! Now that you’re no longer hovering over me, ready to cut short my efforts, I rush back to my feet. It doesn’t take long for me to see that you’ve been left just a little rattled, and it takes even less time to realize that that’s not gonna last for long.

So, while I’ve still got you on that (cute, but NOT ‘mazin’ ) booty of yours, I race toward the ropes behind you. The sound of my back hitting the ropes echoes out as they launch me back toward you. But as I close in, I start to slow down. Just a li’l. Just enough so that I can jump, and aim a dropkick at your back, hoping to KEEP you down…

[MazinMags]

Let's go Stacie!!!!

Oh, she's goin' alright. Goin' DOWN!

[Stacie t'Bean]

Never been the biggest. Never been the strongest. But I’ve always been quick, and that quickness helps me keep you from keepin’ me on the defensive! Now that you’re no longer hovering over me, ready to cut short my efforts, I rush back to my feet. It doesn’t take long for me to see that you’ve been left just a little rattled, and it takes even less time to realize that that’s not gonna last for long.

So, while I’ve still got you on that (cute, but NOT ‘mazin’ ) booty of yours, I race toward the ropes behind you. The sound of my back hitting the ropes echoes out as they launch me back toward you. But as I close in, I start to slow down. Just a li’l. Just enough so that I can jump, and aim a dropkick at your back, hoping to KEEP you down…

Shaking the cobwebs out, I'm aware of her feet pounding across the ring and I tell myself I need to get moving......a little late.  BAMMMMMM!!!  first i'm slammed forward by the drop kick to my back until my forehead actually hits the mat between my legs (sometimes flexibility it good and then other times......ugh).  This hit in turn causes me to snap back, landing sprawled backwards after hitting the back of my head on the rough canvas.  "ohhhhhhhhhh" i moan, looking up at the lights, not able to focus able to focus my eyes or my thoughts.  Arms and legs spread eagle and totally at Mag's mercy, or lack thereof.   

[stormbolt7]

Gorilla: "Fans have been out of control. Since both lovely ladies hit the ring here." "Making it hard to hear yourself think."
"Chants for both ladies back and forth."

Weasel: "Stacie come on hit her with a chair or something, I've got money riding on you!"

Gorilla: "You r really one sick individual Weasel." "You really want to see one of these wonderful young ladies taking a chair shot?"

Weasel: " What? I was just kidding Gorilla." "Now if I was her manager HELL YEAH do whatever it takes to get that win!"
"Stacie .. use a handful of tights!"

Gorilla: " How about I use a chair on you?" "I think Stacie underestimated the fun loving Mags myself."
"Stacie ready to go start of the match." "Yet a few quick moves by Mags, and now MazinMags has the momentum here!"

Weasel: " Well I don't think this is right at all." "I may need to call for a monkey divider plan." "Help Stacie myself, after getting the Gorilla to split."

Gorilla: " U make one move from this broadcast booth." "I will play whack a weasel with my fists."
"Now back to the action."

[stormbolt7]

MAZINMAGS WINS!!!!!!!!

Gorilla: "  don't know if this was thought to be an upset." "I just know Mags kicked it into another gear here."
"Stacie has been on a tear, advancing in the tournament for title shot."
"This may bump Mags up into title shots soon."

Weasel: "I don't care what you say." "That ref is a crook, these fans are crooked." "That is the only way Stacie lost this match!"
"It's not fair, I tell ya, we need police, for this robbery."

Gorilla: "You men like those MAZINMAGS souvenir tees I saw you boosting?"

Weasel: "Hey I have nieces and nephews that like that goody two shoes."
"Don't worry Stacie I'll steal some of your tees also!" "I mean purchase ..

Gorilla: "You can't help yourself can you?" "Any way you look at it MAGS notches a win here! Congratulations MAZINMAGS!!"

NEXT week group/ round 2 for the # 1 contenders slot

[Stacie t'Bean]

Skulks out of the ring angry, hurt, and humiliated.  Yelling at the fans in my anger.  Not believing she beat me so badly and vowing that I WILL make a return and woe to whoever is my opponent.....GRRRRRRR