A special thanks to nycwrestlinggym for participating in this match.
Carmen sat with her arms and legs crossed, glaring at Lana. Paul poured three glasses of whisky from the bar and offered one to each woman. Lana took hers, but Carmen refused. Shrugging, Paul drank down her glass before sitting in the chair.
Tonight W.S.E.W was airing live at the Blue Cross Arena in Rochester, NY. After last week, Paul would have benched Carmen from a few shows, but with the champ out of commission, he needed someone to be the main header, and Carmen was the obvious choice. Still she had to be punished in some way, and thanks to Lana’s suggestion, Paul had a good idea how.
“Regarding the incident last week,” Paul said taking a sip from his glass of whiskey. “There has been no evidence found of who attacked Rosie in her hotel room.”
“And I told you, it wasn’t me.” Carmen snapped getting right to the point.
“Yes, you made that clear.” Paul replied. “And no one here is accusing you without solid proof that you did do it.” He stared at Lana who kept her gaze on Carmen.
“So where does that leave me now?” Carmen asked hinting at both her title match and her career in the league. Paul sighed and rubbed his temple.
“The good news is the match at Devastation will go on as scheduled.” He said. “Rosie suffered some injuries, but nothing too serious. Doctors say she should be good to go in a week or two.”
Carmen smiled at this. “Oh, I do hope she’s better by then. That way, I can send her to the hospital all over again.”
“If you make it to then.” Lana said with a smirk. Carmen’s stare was cold as an ice pick, but Lana didn’t waver her own gaze.
“And what does she mean by that?” She said turning to Paul.
“Just exactly that.” He replied simply. “You attacked a league supervisor, in front of several witnesses. Regardless of the circumstances, that can’t be ignored, and it won’t be!” His voice raised to a boom and for a moment, Carmen was a little afraid of the large man who often had a more passive demeanor.
“You want to remain the number one contender? Then you’ll have to earn it.”
“And how am I going to do that?!” Carmen asked
“By surviving the gauntlet.” Lana said with a smirk. “You have three weeks until Devastation. And for those three weeks, you will face three different opponents. If you lose to one, then they become the number one contender.”
Carmen's mouth dropped. What were they thinking doing this to her? She knew that this was all Lana’s idea, and she would’ve ripped the hair out of her scalp if she didn’t know it would make things worse. But it was tempting to risk it.
“So who’s my first opponent?” She asked clenching the arms of her chair.
“That, my dear, is a surprise.” Paul said. “You’ll learn who once you get to the arena tonight. Until then, I’d suggest you prepare.”
“And don’t worry, dear. I’m sure that you’ll do juuust fine.” Lana said, drinking from her glass with a smug grin on her face. Carmen stood up and for a moment, Lana expected her to take a swing at her. In fact, she almost hoped she would. But instead, she stormed out of the office and straight to the locker room.
“Well that went better than I expected.” Paul said with a sigh of relief. “So who is she fighting first anyway?”
“Just leave that to me, hun.” Lana replied walking over to him while swinging her hips. She brushed her hand across his chin and whispered in his ear. “I promise you, it will be the best match of the night.” With that, she sashayed out of his office and went about her semi-managerial business.
Finishing up his drink, Paul turned to the TV. Tonight was going to be a unique night. Normally the league started off with one amateur match to warm the crowds up. Tonight, however, the W.S.E.W would host two intense amateur matches. This was indeed uncommon, but when Paul heard both stories, he knew he had to host both of them. Both matches were long time rivalries that were about to be settled.
Hearing this, the crowd was more hyped up than usual. They never knew what to expect when it came to the non-professional fights, but they always came with some intense brawling. The stage lights went down and the announcer took his position in the ring.
“Ladies and gentlemen” He started as the crowd quieted down a bit. “Our first amateur match will be a falls count anywhere match! Introducing first, from New York City; weighing in at 136 pounds with a 36 D bust, Dina!!”
A pop-rock song came on as a dark-haired Arab woman came strutting down to the ramp. She wore a red bikini with golden straps, and a pair of high heels that she kicked off as soon as she stepped into the ring. Bending between the ropes, Dina made a sexy pose, raising her hand in V shape while soaking in the cheers of the crowd before taking her position in her corner.
Born in Lebanon, Dina was of Arab descent. Her family moved to the U.S. when she was a teenager, and over time, she became the owner of her own private gym in NYC. One of her gyms major attractions was its own ring, in which people came to practice Boxing, Wrestling, and even MMA on a regular basis. Dina herself used the ring for more than one occasion, as she was a huge lover of contact sports. In fact, it was her love of fighting that lead to tonight’s match.
“And her opponent, also from New York City and weighing in at 134 pounds with a 38 D bust line, Rachel!”
A techno song plays over the speakers as her opponent, a long brown-haired vixen of Jewish descent, came out to the arena wearing a pink two-piece bikini combo with matching high heels. She strutted down to the arena, waving at the fans along the way. When she got to the ring, she slipped off her shoes and looked right at Dina and smiled.
Rachel was a regular at Dina’s gym. Much like Dina, she liked contact sports and was often seen using the ring to practice her own fighting moves. It was this mutual love of fighting that started a respected rivalry between the two women. They have faced off against each other six times so far. Rachel won the first two matches, but Dina came back with three consecutive victories against the brunette.
In their last match, Rachel won via ring-out, which led to a huge argument. Dina claimed if she wasn’t counted out, she would’ve won, and Rachel rebuked that she wasn’t as tough as she thought. Ultimately, Rachel came up with an idea: if Dina admitted that she had won, she would give her one last match. This time, however, it would be in the W.S.E.W, and it would be a falls count anywhere matches. That way, Dina wouldn’t have any reason to complain if she’d lose. Dina agreed, and called up the league to make the arrangements.
The two women were now stood in the center of the ring, shaking hands while having wide grins. They had long earned each other’s respect, and both knew what the other was capable of. This match would put all their skills to the test.
The bell rings and the slowly begin to circle each other before locking arms. Rachel wins this initiative by bending Dina to her side before sending a kick to her gut. Dina doubles over as a second kick knocks the wind out of her. Rachel then gets behind Dina and tosses her in a German Suplex.
