Hollywood Wrestling Alliance
Kaley Cuoco vs Candice Patton
Kaley grunted as the elbow cracked against her jaw, momentarily stunning her and forcing the blonde to release the Hammerlock she had on her opponent. Candice wasted not a moment's time as she whirled around and smashed the palm of her hand into the left temple of the blonde.
Now Cuoco reeled in a daze, turning away from Patton as she shook her head to try and clear some of the sudden fog that filled her skull. Candice suddenly leapt up onto her adversary's back, wrapping her legs around Kaley's waist while locking her arms around the blonde's head for a Sleeper Hold.
Hands clutching at the arms tightening around her head, Cuoco took two steps forward, but then her legs buckled and she dropped face first to the mat. Patton kept her Sleeper in place, but now unwrapped her legs from her rival's waist and used them to Grapevine Kaley's own gams to help hold her down.
Pinned beneath her tormentor, her senses reeling as the hold inhibited the blood flow to her brain, Cuoco began to desperately clutch at the canvas with her fingers, trying to drag herself to the ropes, which if she can only grab, the referee will force the hold to be released.
Slowly, inch by inch, Kaley dragged herself across the mat, until the bottom rope was tantalizingly close. The blonde threw out her left arm as far as she could extend it, the tips of her fingers narrowly brushing the cable. But be it an inch or a yard, if the wrestler failed to reach it, the referee would not come to her relief.
Suddenly Kaley gave a choked sob and her arm dropped to the mat. The ref raised it
once...twice...thrice...and each time it flopped limply down. It was then that the bell was called for, and the match was officially over.
Seeing one of the ringside cameras right in front of them Patton, still laying atop her foe's now unmoving body, released her hold and grabbed her beaten rival by her disheveled golden mane, tilting Cuoco's head up so that her face could be seen fully by the lens, displaying her half-closed and glazed eyes, her half-open slackjawed mouth, and the trickle of drool from the corner of her lips. Smiling with supreme satisfaction, Candice cooed to the camera,
"That's right, take a look...this is what happens when the better woman wins!"***Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Kristin Kreuk
Kristin scrambled on her hands and knees to the ropes, wrapping her arms around the middle cable for refuge. The referee instantly ordered Sarah to get back, which frustrated the blonde to no end, as she was in the midst of an offensive assault that, she was confident, would finish off her rival soon enough.
As Gellar argued with the ref to make the brunette release the ropes and resume the match, Kreuk deftly reached down into the cleavage of her suit, where she had sewn a small pocket. When she pulled her fingers out, they were clutching a small metal cylinder, three inches long and 3/4 of an inch thick. She wrapped her right hand around it as she balled her fist, holding it tight within her grasp.
Her patience exhausted, the blonde now elbowed the ref aside and grabbed Kristin by the hair to haul her away from the ropes. But suddenly the dark-haired battler spun around, swinging her right arm. Her fist slamming into Sarah's chest, just left of center and above her breast.
In ordinary circumstances, Kreuk's "Heartbreaker" heart punch could be devastatingly effective. But now, bolstered by the makeshift 'brass knuckles' in her hand, it hit with the force of a sledgehammer! Gellar let out a sharp yelp and then a low moan as she staggered backward, her eyes suddenly glazed. She didn't collapse to the mat, but she was clearly stunned by the blow.
Another punch or two, and the blonde would be wiped out and finished. But Kristin wasn't about to let her hated nemesis off of the hook so easily. Standing up, she took Sarah by the arm and led her stumbling to the center of the ring. There, standing alongside Gellar, Kreuk threw her left arm behind her opponent's back to help hold her up. They faced that side of the arena, a wide smile on Kristin's face that bespoke the glee she was feeling at this moment. A few moments later, she swung her right fist around and smashed another heart punch to Sarah's chest...not a full-force blow, but just enough to keep her reeling.
Kreuk then turned the pair to position them faced the next side of the arena, and it became obvious that she was going to subject this punishment on Gellar enough times for every SMG fan in the stadium to be made to witness it with their own eyes. The brunette waited until Sarah began to recover from her stupor, but then she unleashed yet another punch. The blonde's legs trembled, but with her tormentor holding her up, she could not fall to the canvas.
Once again, Kristin turned the two of them to face the next side of the audience, and once again, just as the blonde was gathering her wits, another heart punch rendered her dazed.
By now, the cascade of boos from the fans was deafening, but Kreuk kept on smiling as if she were beloved by all. She held Sarah up next to her, the blonde's head lolling side to side, her eyes glassy and unfocused, a tear trickling down her right cheek. Already the flesh where the blows had repeatedly struck was purpling into an angry bruise.
The brunette threw one more punch, this time with as much force as she could muster, even as she released her hold on Sarah. The impact from the strike lifted Gellar up off of her feet and sent her sailing backward, until she dropped with a heavy thud to the mat and lay there, starfished and senseless.
Expertly tucking her illegal weapon down between her breasts again, Kristen casually dropped to her knees and casually laid her body across that of Sarah, not even bothering to hook a leg as the referee counted to three and called for the bell.
