When the bell rang to signal the beginning of the match, Esha Deol barely heard it over the pounding of blood in her ears. The brunette had never started a match so righteously pissed off before, but then again, she’d never been totally ignored by her opponents before either. From the moment Ameesha and Kareena had come through the curtains, the two arch rivals had kept their gazes locked on one another and no matter how intently she sneered in their direction, neither would do so much as acknowledge her existence. Nails digging deep into the meat of her palms, Esha opened her eyes and whispered “Ignore me at your peril ladies. You never hear the one with your name on it.”
In the corner beside Deol’s, Kareena Kapoor was aware of the brunette’s rancor, she just chose to ignore it. She knew Esha was a dangerous adversary, but she’d beaten Esha before, and if Esha insisted on getting in her way tonight, she’d do it again. But no matter how much it might infuriate Esha, Kapoor wasn’t the least bit interested in her. Tonight was all about Ameesha Patel and proving once and for all that she was the superior in this ring. Thinking back to that loud, cacophonous night, Kapoor couldn’t help but smile when she remembered Ameesha’s cheek slumping limply on her shoulder. It was one of the greatest moments of her entire career and she wanted it again. Only this time, she’d make sure Ameesha gasped, “I give...’ before she went under.
Licking her lips, Kareena said softly, “You’ve been walking around with something that belongs to me Ameesha. That ends tonight!”
In the corner diagonally opposite Kareena, Ameesha was recalling the last two times she’d been in the ring with the Kareena. While the record said they were 1-1, Ameesha had yet to actually beat Kapoor; and in HER eyes that meant she was 0-1. That galled Ameesha to her very core! As much as she hated to admit it, she still woke up in the middle of the night, swearing that she could feel the last lingering traces of that fucking Bear Hug around her waist. Something like that had NEVER happened to her before and she’d be damned if she spent another second enduring that indignity. And tonight she was going to make all that go away. She was gonna bury the memory of the loss with a brand new recollection, one of her standing tall over Kareena after she had K.O’d Kareena into oblivion.
Rolling her shoulders, Patel smiled at Kareena and whispered, “C’mon Bebo, let’s make some memories.”
Ameesha stepped out of her corner and strode forward to meet her challengers. Moments later, the three beauties met in the center of the ring and if Esha had hoped for a change in the demeanor of her opponents she was to be sorely disappointed. Even with Esha only steps away, Patel and Kapoor continued to stare each other down, either seemingly daring the other to make the first move. This tense silence continued for the better part of ten seconds until Esha couldn’t take it any more. Hands curled into white-knuckled fists, the brunette snarled, “Would you dumb cxnts at least LOOK at me?”
Kareena and Ameesha finally turned their heads in the direction of Deol’s demand. The silence reigned for a moment longer and then THWOCK! Both lashed out with simultaneous right hands that dropped Esha flat on her back. Moving as one, Patel and Kapoor pounced on Deol, each grabbing a wrist to hoist her to her feet. Pointing Esha towards the ropes, they whipped Deol away and after nothing more than a glance, Kareena sprinted in the opposite direction while Ameesha bounded after the stunned brunette. With Kareena in front and Ameesha at her heels, Esha loped back into center ring. The severity of her situation had JUST started to dawn on her when Kapoor went high with a Clothesline and Patel went low with a Chopblock. The dual strikes caught her at almost exactly the same time and poor Esha was turned inside out before landing HARD on face, chest and belly.
Immediately setting her sights on Kareena, Ameesha got to her feet, dusted off her hands and asked, “Now... Where were we?”
Snapping her trunks into place across her hips, Kareena replied, “I was just about to tell you to bring it on.... Champ.”
That last word was tinged with just the slightest bit of mockery and Patel had no doubt that it was intentional. Nodding once, she said, “Ask and ye shall receive Bebo.”
Without another word she lunged forward and THWAP drove her right forearm into the side of Kapoor’s face. Kareena grunted and stumbled back, but it didn’t take long for her to clear her head and respond with TWHAP a shot of her own. Fighting off the stars exploding behind her eyes, Ameesha delivered a second Forearm Smash only to have Kareena reciprocate. Understanding that this was already turning into a war of attrition, the Ameesha calmed her nerves and settled into a steady rhythm of give and take with her nemesis. For the next fifteen seconds or so, the capacity crowd was rendered silent as the air was filled with a wickedly dull THWAP, THWAP, THWAP.
Eventually Patel got tired of not making Kapoor work for the hit, so the next time Kareena stepped into the breach, Ameesha torqued her hips, shot up her left arm and snapped a crisp little European Uppercut off her foe’s chin. Kapoor let out a breathy grunt and staggered back, but didn’t go down. Taking that as a sign of personal failure, Ameesha squared her shoulders and muttered, “Get back ‘ere Bebo, I’m not done with ya just yet.”
Bearing down on Kareena, Patel dropped into her stance and fired off a second Uppercut only to have Kareena pluck her hand from the air in an iron grip. Slipping her fingers between Ameesha’s, Kareena squeezed down hard and chided, “You got one hand left. Sure ya wanna risk it?”
Grimacing, Ameesha replied, “One’s all I need girl.” She snapped off a straight Jab this time but it still didn’t stop Kapoor from catching her fist in mid-strike.
Completing the second half of her hastily applied Knuckle-Lock, Kareena said, “No more running Ameesha. Time to see how strong you really are.” Before Patel could even formulate words, Kareena rose up on her toes and PUSHED down, bending Ameesha’s wrists back at a terrible angle. The sudden flare of pain in her wrists put a waver in Patel’s curvy gams and she was disgusted to see just how fast Kareena had forced her one knee. Looking down at her opponent, Kareena poured all the considerable power of her shoulders into the Test of Strength and asked, “Got anything to say Ameesha?”
A voice replied, “How about, over here bitch!” Startled, Kareena looked up just in time to THWACK take both soles of Esha’s boots right upside her chin. Esha had recovered from the vicious High-Low assault several seconds ago and had been biding her time ever since. When Kapoor had exposed her head, the Dropkick was just too perfect to ignore. Popping to her feet, the brunette hopped over Kareena’s prone form and whirled around to face Ameesha.
Jerking the girl to her feet, Deol slapped her HARD across the face and sneered, “Still wanna ignore me Patel?” With Ameesha’s eyes crossed, Esha left her feet in a vertical leap, scissored her legs open and then snapped them shut around Ameesha’s neck. Crossing her ankles, she twisted back and pulled forward with her legs, ripping Ameesha from the canvas to dump her on her back compliments of the Hurricanrana. Still moving in a blur, Esha regained her feet and roared at the audience, “ONE GOOD WOMAN WILL BEAT TWO LAME ASS cxntS ANY DAY! AND HERE’S WHY!”
Helping Kareena to her feet with a nasty tug of hair, Esha quickly took hold of her foe’s wrist and hurled her into the buckles. Waiting just long enough for Kapoor to connect with the steel (the meaty sounding BWOOONG confirmed her arrival) Deol tore off after her victim, left her feet in a high leap and WHAM used all her body weight to deliver a Clothesline-Avalanche Splash hybrid that tore all the air from Kareena’s lungs. Kareena gaped and started to sink but Esha buried her hands in Kareena’s hair, pulled her to her feet and slapped on a tight Side Headlock.
Facing the center of the squared circle, she waited for Ameesha to push to her feet and then took off at a dead run with Kareena trailing awkwardly behind her. As the distance between her and Ameesha shrank, Esha left her feet in a high floaty arc that brought her to within inches of Ameesha. The second before she could pass by her target, Deol released one half of her grip on Kapoor’s head and stuck out her arm. There was a nasty WHAP followed by an equally nasty THUD as Ameesha was taken off her feet by the Clothesline and Kareena’s face was driven into the mat compliments of the Bulldog. Pleased with her sudden and violent flattening of the two other grapplers, Esha rolled Kareena onto her back and went for the first pin of the match.
Careful not to step on Ameesha, the ref swooped in and counted off, ‘ONE... TWO...’ Kareena got her hands under Esha and pushed up hard, sending the brunette rolling off her. Undeterred, Deol shifted her focus and pounced across Ameesha’s waist, making sure to hook the far leg when she did. Not even bothering to get up, the official just swung around and slapped the mat, ‘ONE... TWO...’ Ameesha bucked free of the cradle, breaking the count.
Slapping the mat, Esha taunted, “All right, ya big lumpy sacks of shit don’t want to go quietly? Then I’ll tear you to fucking pieces!”
Digging her hands into Ameesha’s hair, Esha hauled Ameesha to her feet only to release her grasp and leap into the air again. At the height of her leap, she snaked her thighs around Patel’s throat for a second Hurricanrana, but when she tried to pull back, Esha found herself suspended upside-down in Ameesha’s clutches. Her situation didn’t get any better when Patel jerked her back up into the stall position for a Powerbomb.
Fighting desperately to escape the predicament, Deol received another surprise when Ameesha pushed up and back on her thighs, sending Esha into a short back-flip. Just when she was expecting to feel the canvas beneath her, Esha landed comfortably on Kareena’s shoulders. Facing the same direction as Kareena beneath her, Esha tried to wriggle her way free, but she was too disoriented from all her flipping and spinning to do anything too effective. Kapoor on the other hand acted with frightening rapidity as she strode towards the edge of the ring and tossed Deol from her perch, dropping her throat-first across the top rope with a modified Hot Shot.
Breathing hard as she watched Deol writhe, Kareena muttered, “Keep out of our way Esha. Otherwise we might actually start to pay attention to you, and TRUST ME when I say you don’t want that.”
From behind Kareena, a familiar voice said, “Speaking of payin’ attention...”
Kapoor spun around, lunged towards Patel... and promptly ate a mouthful of the Ameesha’s right foot. In most circumstances, Ameesha’s Super Kick was enough to put just about anyone on their back, but Kareena wasn’t ‘just anyone’ and she only dropped to one knee. Flipping hair out of her eyes, Patel told her foe, “God Bebo, I swear there are times when I think ya WANT me to keep hittin ya in the ‘ead.”
Putting that theory to the test, Ameesha pulled Kareena to her feet and cinched on a rough Front Facelock. Grabbing a handful of Kareena black tights, Ameesha bent her knees, then lifted up and dropped down, pinning Kapoor’s forehead to the unforgiving canvas with an Implant DDT. Scrambling to her knees, Ameesha checked to make sure Esha was still a non-issue (she was) before she rolled the shuddering Kareena onto her back and went for the cover. Making sure Kareena’s shoulders were down, the official ticked off, ‘ONE... TWO...’ Instead of kicking out, Kapoor lifted her right leg and draped it along the bottom rope.
Seeing the move, the zebra tapped Patel on the shoulder and said, “Break it up Ameesha, she’s in the ropes.”
More than a little aggravated that she hadn’t remembered to pull Kareena clear, the curvy vixen grabbed her foe by the shoulder-straps and lifted her to her feet. Leading Kapoor well away from the ropes, Ameesha swung around behind her adversary and deftly slipped her left arm across Kareena’s throat. Nuzzling Bebo’s chin into the crook of her elbow, Patel laid her other arm across the top of Kareena’s head and clamped down tight to apply the Sleeper. Pushing up on her toes, Ameesha jerked left, then right, then left again as she tried to put as much pressure on Kapoor’s neck as humanly possible. Ignoring the scratching of the other girl’s fingers against her forearm and bicep, Ameesha smiled, placed her lips against Kareena’s ear and told her, “Ya made me go ta sleep in front of my friends and family the first time we met Kareena. Now I get ta return the favURRRHHHHKKK!”
Ameesha’s words were cut off abruptly when Esha Deol pounced onto her back and slapped on a Sleeper of her own. Wrapping her thighs around Ameesha’s waist for extra leverage, Esha squeezed down tight and purred, “Thanks for making my job that much easier bitch. You put the first loser to sleep and I’ll finish you off at the same time. Now be a good bitch and PASS THE HELL OUT!” Esha shrieked the last few words even as she was jerking Ameesha’s head back and forth.
Between the buffer that was Ameesha Patel, Kareena Kapoor was doing her best to not pass out under the combined weight of both her adversaries, but it wasn’t easy. Knowing that she’d never forgive herself if she lost this match by knockout, Kareena drew in the deepest breath she could and then twisted hard into the pressure of the Sleeper. Usually Ameesha would have been strong enough to prevent this sort of counter, but she had her own problems to deal with and so Kareena was able to turn the potentially match-ending Sleeper into a run-of-the-mill Side Headlock. Intent on showing everyone just why she deserved to win, Kareena wrapped both arms around Ameesha’s midsection and locked her hands. Displaying the strength that had made her a star, Kapoor dipped her knees, then pushed up and fell back, effectively dropping both Ameesha AND Esha with a Belly-to Back Suplex.
Resting on her back for a moment, Kapoor heard the crowd start to chant ‘BEBO-BEBO!’ and that got her on her feet.
Stalking around her fallen foes in a tight circle, she turned to her fans and asked, “WHO’S THE CHAMP?”
“YOU ARE!” came the thunderous reply.
Rewarding the faithful with her trademark grin, Kareena yanked Ameesha to her feet, then doubled over and forced her head between the thighs as if she were setting herself up for a Piledriver. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Ameesha’s thighs and straightened up, hoisting the rival off her feet and onto her shoulder with Patel’s face in rudely close proximity to the challenger’s butt. Holding Ameesha prone, Kapoor said, “Bet you aren’t used to getting your ass tossed around like this are you Ameesha? Don’t worry, when it’s over, this will all seem VERY familiar.”
Kareena started to spin in a circle. Picking up speed with every rotation, she finally rose up on her toes and SLAMMED Ameesha forward and down, nearly breaking her in half with a hard-hearted variant of the Sidewalk Slam.
Leaving Patel starfished on the canvas, Kareena stalked over to Esha and pulled her to her feet by the left wrist and whispered, “You should have stayed out of this Esha. But since you wanted my attention so badly, I guess there’s no reason you shouldn’t have it.”
Giving Esha what she wanted, Kapoor whipped her foe into the ropes and waited patiently for her to return. When Deol was almost on top of her, Kareena shot out both hands, one around Esha’s throat, the other into the fork of her crotch. With no discernable effort, Kareena lifted Esha off her feet and high overhead with a gorgeous demonstration of the Military Press. Holding Esha firmly in place, Kapoor did a few reps with her flailing adversary before telling the mob, “I think she wants to come down now!”
Even as they started to cheer her on, the curvy Kareena shifted her grip and tossed Esha down directly across Ameesha’s defenseless chest in a jury-rigged Splash. Pleased with the way she was able to use her opponents against one another, Kareena stepped into position across the squirming pile of ladies and thought about what she was going to do next. Realizing she only had a moment before the referee would drop in to start counting Patel down, Kareena put a stop to the impromptu cover she had created by leaving her feet to come down chest-first across Esha’s exposed back with a Standing Splash that was even more painful for Ameesha. Sinking her hands into the brunette’s damp locks, Kareena pushed to her feet and scraped Esha off Ameesha.
Marching Esha into the center of the squared circle, Kapoor spun her old partner around to face her and wrapped both arms around Deol’s waist. In the blink of an eye, the muscles in the Kareena’s shoulders and arms shredded into stark relief as she went about crushing Esha out with the Bear Hug. Having made sure to trap Deol’s arms at her sides, Kapoor encountered minimal resistance when she hauled Esha off her feet and leaned back, bending Esha into an agonized C shape. Shaking her victim from side to side, Kareena demanded through clenched teeth, “Give it up Esha. Before I crush something small and delicate.” She added to the veracity of this threat by squeezing even harder.
Shaking her head ‘no’ Esha gaped, “Squeeze all you want slut, you’ll never make me quiUNNNGHHH!”
Kareena tightened her grip again, cutting off Esha’s reply. Laying her cheek against the brunette’s chest, Kareena sighed and asked, “Why is it that the you always have the biggest ERRRGGHH!”
Ameesha dug her left hand into Kareena’s hair and yanked backwards. Holding Kareena prone, Patel asked a question of her own. “You wouldn’t be tryin’ ta take my loss by submittin’ Esha would ya? Cuz that would be pretty cowardly if ya ask me.”
The words were still leaving her mouth when she twisted into Kapoor and brought her right forearm slicing up to administer a European Uppercut right to the back of her rival’s skull. Kareena groaned and released her grip on Esha which made Patel’s next move that much easier. Bending Kareena back, Ameesha looped her left arm over Kareena’s chin, forcing Kapoor’s chin into the crook of her armpit. Locking her hands, Ameesha completed the Inverted Facelock and immediately dropped to the canvas with Kareena on top of her.
Making sure to keep her shoulders off the mat, Patel snaked her legs around Kareena’s waist and locked her ankles, adding the pressure of a Body Scissors to the already considerable pain of the Facelock. This combination of Inverted Facelock and Bodyscissors was known as a Beast Choker in some circles and judging by Kapoor’s frantic wriggling and twisting, it more than deserved the name. Alternately relaxing and increasing the pressure on both holds, Ameesha worked the Scissors especially hard as she claimed, “I’ve got ya locked up tight in the middle of the ring Bebo, so unless yer of the mind ta be sportin’ a neck brace for the rest of the summer, I’d suggest ya tap out. No shame in losin’ ta the better woman ya know?”
Fighting desperately to free herself from Ameesha’s grasp, Kareena growled, “You’ll tell me when she shows up won’t you Ameesha?”
Annoyed at Kareena’s zinger, Patel cranked back on Kareena’s neck and replied, “In case ya ‘adn’t noticed luv, the better woman is stretchin yer neck as we spea…”
THUD! From out of nowhere, Esha charged the exposed foes and went low, driving the soles of both boots into the side of Ameesha’s head with a Baseball Slide Dropkick. The surprise attack got Ameesha to release Kareena which relieved Deol immensely. She had been afraid that Kapoor might submit before she could break up the Beast Choker, but the stubborn slut had held out just long enough. Glancing back and forth between the foes, it was hard for Esha to decide who to go after. It would probably be easier to go after Kapoor, but she left Kareena alone for the moment, Deol grabbed a handful of Ameesha’s blue tights and tugged her to her feet.
Staying close against Ameesha’s right side, Esha bent Ameesha over, holding her by the hair to keep her from falling down. In one fluid motion, she scissored her right leg around Ameesha’s left, making sure her thigh was pressed close to Patel’s ribs. In the same motion she reached over Ameesha’s torso and hooked her prey’s right arm with her left arm. Then she swung her left leg up and slung it over Patel’s neck, so that the back of the brunette’s knee rested comfortably against the side of her victim’s face. With ‘Creul Intentions’ locked in, Esha pulled up with her arm and pushed down with legs, bringing incredible pressure to bear on Ameesha’s ribs and neck.
Bouncing and jerking to increase the pressure of the sadistic hold, Esha’s face was a portrait of sadistic satisfaction as Ameesha started to wither in her grasp. Pressing down Ameesha’s neck with every ounce of her weight, Esha used her free hand to grope and claw at Patel’s breasts; not because she believed it would hasten the submission, but just because she wanted to embarrass the bitch. Forcing her thigh down across Ameesha’s neck over and over again, Esha sneered, “Give it up Patel! Give it up or I’ll break your neck and then the next place you invade will the fucking ICU!”
In incredible pain, Ameesha still couldn’t force herself to treat Esha with any respect. Finding her voice, the trapped foe muttered, “Who said that?”
Mouth gaping wide in incredulous disbelief, Esha shook her head and whispered, “Okay slut, you’ve just bought yourself a…”
THUD! Kareena’s boot caught Esha flush across the mouth and the oblivious Esha was knocked away from Ameesha without another word of protest.
Regaining her balance, Kareena cast a glance over her shoulder at Patel and said, “I’ll be back for you in a little bit Ameesha. Right now I’ve got a foe that needs skinning.”
Returning to the task at hand, Kapoor stalked over to Esha, dropped to one knee and then hauled her to her feet. Not bothering with theatrics, Kareena led her victim over to the corner and threw her back-first against the steel. Standing close to the brunette, Kareena lifted Esha into a sitting position on the tope rope. Making sure Deol was secured, Kareena climbed up onto the second rope and trapped Esha in a Front Facelock; apparently she was gonna Superplex the brunette through the center of the ring. Fighting through the soupy fog that had taken hold in her skull, Esha understood what was going on and wanted no part of it. Summoning up her reserves, she balled her right hand into a fist and drove it into the front of Kapoor’s trunks. The unsuspecting Bebo let out a pained howl as Deol’s dastardly Low Blow stole all the strength from her powerful frame. Tearing free of Kareena’s grip, Esha shoved the rival off her perch and was mildly irked to see her land on her feet, albeit doubled over and not doing much else.
Deol’s mood brightened considerably when she noticed that Ameesha was just beginning to get to her feet as well. Standing up on the turnbuckles, the brunette snapped her tights into place and whispered, “This is gonna be so cool...”
Springing into action, she jumped out of the corner only to land with both feet on Kareena’s exposed back. Before Kapoor could collapse under her weight, Deol pushed off in another jump that put her on a collision course with Patel. As she closed in, Esha shot out her left arm and wrapped it around Ameesha’s skull in a loose Front Facelock. The instant her grip was secure she used her momentum to swing around 180-degrees and drop to the mat, yanking Ameesha off her feet only to spike her skull into the mat with a Tornado DDT delivered in a most unconventional manner.
Getting her feet under her, Esha dismissed Ameesha with a glance and turned her attention to Kareena. Noting that Kareena was still woozy from the low blow and the stomping, Esha took off towards her at a high rate of speed and once again left her feet. Swinging her body around in mid-air, Deol locked her arms around Kapoor’s left arm while her legs swung up to engage Kareena’s right arm. She held this loose crucifix for only a second before she continued her swing, landing on foe’s right with her left arm cinched across Kapoor’s neck in a Front Facelock. Treating Kareena to a taste of what Ameesha had received, Deol sat out hard, drilling the crown of Kapoor’s head into the mat to complete the Float-Over DDT.
Running on an intoxicating blend of adrenaline, vengeance and exhilaration, Esha exploded to her feet, grabbed Kapoor by the hair and dragged her over to where Patel was sprawled out. Rolling Kareena and then Ameesha over onto their backs, Deol positioned the two insensate beauties end to end with the tops of their heads only a foot or so from the others. Straightening up, Esha blew them a condescending kiss and said, “Now you two stay right there. I’ll be joining you in just a moment...” Jogging over to the nearest corner, Esha hopped onto the top buckle and turned to face the ring all in one sinuous motion. Standing tall over her fallen opponents, Deol roared, “THAT WIN IS MINE!”
Her words had not yet begun to fade when she soared out into the void, pulled her legs up out in front of her and came crashing down with each sleek thigh landing hard across her victim’s faces in a Guillotine Leg Drop. Absolutely loving the pair of electric shivers that ran through her downed opponents, Esha got up, took Ameesha by the hair and dragged her towards the edge of the ring.
Tossing the stunned Ameesha out onto the floor, Esha taunted, “Single elimination Triple Threats suck don’t they Ameesha? Don’t worry, I’ll give you a match after I beat Kareena, that is if I don’t forget about you.” Chuckling under her breath, Deol strolled back to the other rival and said, “Get your fat ass up Kareena, you and I have a score to settle.”
When Kapoor’s reply wasn’t fast enough for her liking, Esha pulled her up with a savage double handful of hair and lifted her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Parading her victim around the ring, Esha told the folks in the audience, “YOU SEE THIS? BOTH OF THESE SLUTS HAVE HELD SUPREME FANDOM AND I’M KICKING THEIR ASSES!”
Esha suddenly shoved Kareena up and off her shoulders. As Bebo started to descend, Deol dropped to one knee and allowed the rival girl to land belly-first across her recently posted joint. After the Gutbuster, the brunette shoved Kareena off her knee and smacked her gulping paunch. “Looks like that nasty gut of yours isn’t doing too well baby. Let’s see if I can’t make it better.”
Pushing up, Esha once again went to the corner and hopped into position on the top rope. Settling into a crouch, she waited just long enough to catch her breath before she leapt out into void Esha folded herself in half at the apex of her momentum, only to spread out full length right before she SLAMMED down across Kareena’s defenseless chest in a ring-shaking Frog Splash. Ignoring the pain in her own ribs, Deol hooked the far leg and nodded in time as the ref counted off, ‘ONE... TWO...’ Kapoor rolled her shoulder free, ending the count.
Irritated but not discouraged, the brunette sneered, “Go ahead and kick out Kareena. I can Splash you all night long if I have to.”
More than happy to do just that, Esha popped up and once again went to the high rent district. She was only seconds away from pouncing on Kareena again when she noticed the Ameesha had almost made it to her feet on the outside of the ring. Knowing full well that Patel would do anything in her power to break up a pin attempt, Esha shifted her footing and aimed herself towards Ameesha. Without a word Ameesha dove off the turnbuckles and streaked towards Patel like a 5’6” missile.
Unfortunately for Deol, missiles don’t always hit their intended targets! Ameesha, having seen the brunette’s shadow descending on her, stepped out of the way at the last possible second, leaving Esha to WHAP chest and belly-first against the thinly padded concrete. Smirking down at the sobbing rival, Ameesha chided, “Ya just stay right there and cry as long as ya need to kitty. I got to deal with some business in the ring.”
Noting that Kareena was still flat on her back from Esha’s Frog Splash, Patel climbed up onto the apron and made her way over to the corner Deol had perched on only seconds ago. Climbing up to the top buckle, Ameesha glared down at Kareena and whispered, “I see ya kicked out of Esha’s Splash Bebo. Let’s see you kick out of mine.”
Leaping out into the void, Ameesha mimicked Esha’s movements perfectly; doubling up at the tip of the arc only to unfold just before she came down on Kapoor’s abdomen. Already wounded from Deol’s attack, the second Frog Splash did nothing for Kareena’s well being as the pained flopping would seem to indicate. Not even pausing to consider that she might have broken Kareena’s ribs (Ameesha could apologize once she’d won) Patel hooked Kareena’s far leg and waited impatiently as the ref counted off, ‘ONE... TWO... THR…NO!’ Kareena shoved Ameesha off her. It wasn’t the prettiest escape she’d ever pulled but it was more than enough to continue to the match.
Shaking her head, Ameesha told her nemesis, “Glad ya did that cxnt, this isn’t the way I wanted ta beat ya anyway.” Pulling the foe to her feet, Ameesha wasted no time in Hammerlocking Kapoor’s left arm up between her shoulders. Leaning in close to her foe, Ameesha added, “THIS is ‘ow I wanted ta beat ya.”
She bent down to hook Kareena’s knee and that’s when her most hated rival drove her knee up and slammed it against Patel’s forehead. Caught off guard by the counter, Ameesha released the Hammerlock and staggered back with her injured face in both hands. She had only made it a few steps when she felt the terribly familiar feeling of Kareena’s arms wrapping around her waist. Moving just fast enough to keep her arms free of Kareena’s grip, Patel still couldn’t keep herself from sobbing as Kareena lifted her off her feet and SQUEEZED down with the Bear Hug. Over the raging inferno that had suddenly ignited in her ribcage, Ameesha heard Kareena reply, “And THIS is how I want to beat you Ameesha. Now give me MY win.”
Infuriated beyond all measure, Ameesha opened her eyes, dug her hands into Kareena’s hair and pulled her face to within inches of her tormentor’s. Breath coming in great tearing gasps, Patel snarled, “’Ow many times do I ‘ave ta fuckin’ tell ya Kareena, that this match belongs ta ME!”
Forehead-to-forehead with her foe, Kareena panted, “Not until you beat me.”
Knowing it would be madness to sit here and debate with the woman that was trying to crush her out, Ameesha simply darted her head forward and sank her teeth into Kareena’s forehead. It wasn’t technically sound by any means, but it would get her out and that’s all she needed right now. Indeed, Kareena didn’t enjoy the sensation of Patel’s teeth cutting into her flesh, so she released the Hug and shoved the Ameesha away before she could open up anything worse than a minor gash. Checking her forehead for blood, Kapoor’s fingers came away clean and that meant she was free to go after Ameesha again. She had just started to stalk forward when Ameesha lashed out with her right foot and caught her directly in her ribs.
Doubling over, Kareena was helpless to stop Ameesha from pulling her in close and applying a Standing Headscissors. With Kapoor’s head locked in place Ameesha lifted the Kareena upside down, putting her in position for a Piledriver. Working as fast as her various aches and pains would allow her, Ameesha unclasped her hands, leaving her right arm to hold Kareena inverted while she snaked her left arm between Kareena’s thighs, reaching downward and rejoining her right hand to reapply the Waistlock. With her grip locked, Patel leapt up and sat out, spiking the top of Kapoor’s skull into the mat with a vile THUD!
Ameesha shoved Kareena over onto her back and was about to go for the cover when a pair of hands reached down over her face and raaaakkkked her eyes. Grinning sadistically as Ameesha shrieked, Esha pulled Ameesha to her feet and said, “You keep forgetting about me Patel. That’s a really, really stupid thing to do.”
Spinning Ameesha around to face her, Esha leapt into the air and lashed her right foot out at Ameesha’s head in a beautiful Enziguri. It continued to be beautiful even when Ameesha ducked out of the way and Esha’s foot went sailing harmlessly overhead. The brunette landed roughly on her belly but that was only the least of her worries as Patel grabbed hold of her kicking ankle and pulled it up off the canvas.
Before Deol could roll onto her back, Ameesha scissored both legs around Esha’s leg and dropped to the mat. With Deol’s gam helplessly tied up, Ameesha took the brunette’s ankle in both hands and started to twist, threatening to snap the joint with a brutally simple Ankle Lock. Cursing the fact that she was facing the center of the ring and not the edge, Deol tore frantically at the canvas as she tried to pull herself around and get to the ropes, but with Ameesha’s weight holding her back, there wasn’t much she could do about it. Esha was about to demand that Patel release her when Ameesha beat her to the punch. “Does this feel like I forgot ya Esha? Ya sure ya don’t just want to walk away now while ya still can?”
Shaking her head ‘no’ Deol screamed, “SCREW YOU PATEL! I’M GONNA HOLD THAT WINNING SMILE UNDER YOUR BEATEN FACE AFTER I BEAT YOUR MISERABLE ASSAAARRRGGGGGGHH!”
Ameesha twisted her ankle even harder and despite the sureness of her words, Esha wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. Ameesha on the other hand really didn’t care how much Esha could take. With the Ankle Lock cinched on this tight in the middle of the ring, there were only two ways this could end. Either Deol would give up and tap her surrender or she’d spend so much time in the hold that her ankle would be worse than useless when Ameesha decided to release her. Unfortunately, there was a third possibility that forgotten about and it was that possibility which presented itself in the form of a strong, crushing hand latching down on her face. Understanding what had happened, Patel jerked and twisted her head around, trying to extricate herself from the Iron Claw, but attacker remained stubbornly clamped onto her face. Moaning as her foe’s palm pressed wickedly against her nose, Ameesha tightened her own grip on Esha’s ankle and growled, “Dammit Bebo, leggo a my fuckin’ face!”
Flipping hair out of her eyes, Kareena continued to grind her fingers into Ameesha’s skull as she replied, “Not gonna happen Ameesha. I wanna see which one of you can last longer.”
From her place a few feet away, Esha continued to pull at her own hair as she spat, “Screw you Kareena! That Ameesha slut will never make me TAPPPHEERRGGHH!”
Patel jerked Deol’s ankle again and taunted, “What was that Esha? I couldn’t ‘ear ya over all the AARRGGHHH!”
Kapoor put even more pressure on Ameesha’s face, causing her to howl in pain. Sighing, Kareena smiled and said, “God this is fun.”
Unable or unwilling to give up her grasp on Esha’s boot, Ameesha continued to fight as she hissed, “I’m tellin’ ya Kapoor, if ya don’t let go of this bloody claw I’ll...”
“You’ll give?” Kareena interrupted. “All right fine, I’ll let go of your face, but I’m not letting go of you entirely.”
Kapoor pulled her hand away from Patel’s head only to SLAP both hands down onto the Ameesha’s abdomen and dig in deep with a Belly Claw. Howling in fresh agony, Ameesha tried to maintain the Ankle Lock for as long as she could, but with Kareena attempting to burrow through her she knew she had to face the more immediate threat. Tossing Esha's boot away, Ameesha pushed up on one elbow and slammed her forearm into the side of Kapoor’s head.
“LEMME GO YA STUPID SLAG!” she roared. Kareena grimaced as she absorbed the blow but it wasn’t enough to make her release Ameesha.
Locking gazes with the trapped Ameesha, she slowly turned her hands in opposite directions to maximize the discomfort of the Claw. Voice calm and cold, Kareena answered, “Submit to me; THEN I’ll let go.”
Rejecting the demand with every fiber of her being, Patel spat, “I’ll never concede to you slut.”
“Yes... you will.” Kapoor replied as she dug even deeper into Ameesha’s tummy. Nearly numb with the pain, Ameesha reached out grabbed hold of Kareena’s hair and pulled the challenger in as close as she could. Fighting the churning in her gut, Patel used her free hand to start hammering short, sharp Punches just over her tormentor’s right eye. She had to deliver more than a dozen before Kareena finally released her Claw and, as much as Ameesha wanted to celebrate, she wasn’t afforded he luxury because Kapoor quickly scraped her off the mat and pulled her to her feet. Wrapping Ameesha up in a loose Bear Hug, Kareena rose up on her toes, held the position for a moment and then dropped to one knee, torching Patel’s womanhood with a vicious Inverted Atomic Drop.
Ignoring the silent scream Ameesha wheezed into her face, Kareena scooped the foe across her chest and marched her over to the nearest corner. Shifting her grip slightly, she forced Patel between the top and middle ropes, trapping her squirming form in the ropes with her wounded abs pointing towards the ceiling. Stepping away to admire her handiwork, Kareena patted Ameesha’s abused midriff and told her, “I’m gonna pay you back for that Frog Splash before the bell rings again Ameesha.”
Ameeshamight have responded, but Kareena wasn’t listening. She’d already turned her back on Patel to make her way toward a slowly recovering Esha Deol. Stalking to within a few feet of her prey, Kapoor dropped into a tense crouch and let out a low whistle. When Deol turned around toward the noise, Kareena exploded forward and extended her arm. The Clothesline caught Esha across the chin and damn near decapitated her on her way to the canvas. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Ameesha was still tied up in the corner (she was) Kareena pulled Esha to her feet and doubled her over. Trapping the brunette in a Standing Headscissors, Kapoor looped her arms around her foe’s waist and locked her hands. Taking a deep breath, Kareena chided, “You’re about to make your first meaningful contribution to the match Esha. I hope you enjoy it.”
Not giving Deol the time to respond, Kareena lifted Esha up into the stall position for a Powerbomb and then started making her way towards Ameesha’s corner of the ring. When instinct and the fans told her she was in the right place, Kapoor rose up on her toes and then DROVE Esha down and forward, dropping her full-force across Ameesha’s exposed midsection. Both let out tormented groans as they collapsed on top of one another in a sullen heap. Kareena didn’t hear this though, she just heard the mob chanting ‘HOLY SHIT!’ and that made her feel much better. Hands on her hips, Kapoor regarded the wreckage of her adversaries with a wry smile and said, “Ya know Ameesha, it just occurred to me that I’ve been slamming Esha onto you this whole time. To be fair, I really should slam you onto Esha a few times.”
Acting on this bit of bad good-will, Kareena grabbed Esha by the ankles and dragged her into the center of the ring. When Esha was in the proper position, Kapoor went back to the corner and pulled Ameesha to her feet. Leading the breathless Ameesha to the same destination, Kareena spun around behind her and locked up both of Patel’s arms with a Double Chicken-Wing. Bending her knees, Kareena lifted up fast, jerking Ameesha off the mat to put tremendous pressure on her shoulders. Shaking Ameesha as hard as she dared, Kareena asked, “You ready to surrender yet Ameesha?”
Ignoring similar inquiries from the official, Ameesha roared, “GO TA ‘ELL BITCH!”
Licking her lips Kareena replied, “I was hoping you’d say that.” The words had barely left her mouth when she sat out hard and fast, dropping her foe down across her other foe to complete an Inverted Sit-Out Powerbomb for Ameesha and a Splash for Esha.
Yanking Ameesha off of Esha’s chest, Kareena jerked Patel to her feet and spun the Ameesha around to face her. Holding the foe at arms length, Kapoor demanded, “Give up.”
Ameesha’s face twisted in a sneer, “Make me.”
Happy to oblige her nemesis, Kareena went back to work on Patel’s gut with a simple Toe Kick. As Ameesha doubled over, Kareena stepped forward and slapped on another Standing Headscissors. With Ameesha almost limp in her grasp, Kareena couldn’t resist giving her fans a snapshot moment by offering them a brawny double bicep flex and beaming smile. Getting back to work a few seconds later, Kapoor wrapped her arms around Patel’s middle and hauled her into the air, holding Ameesha Invasion up for a Powerbomb. She leapt Ameesha in this position for only a moment before slamming her down with such force the ring trembled under the impact. As Patel quivered beneath her, Kareena tightened her grip on the Ameesha’s thighs, steadied her nerves and then, then hauled Ameesha off the canvas into position for a second Powerbomb.
Turning to her right so that another side of the audience could get a great view, Kareena rose up on her toes and slammed Ameesha down again, noting the terrible way Patel’s head bounced off the canvas with no small amount of satisfaction. Ready to complete her trifecta, Kareena peeled Ameesha off the mat a third time and had just lifted her into the stall position when a sharp blow against the back of her knees.
THWAP!! The surprise attack knocked Kapoor off balance and she went tumbling onto her back only to have Ameesha land ass-first across her chest in an entirely accidental Senton. Fighting through the pain in her right ankle, Esha Deol limped over to Ameesha, grabbed a double handful of hair and pulled her to her feet.
Leading the other for away from Kareena, Esha drove a knee into Ameesha’s gut and cooed, “Thanks for helping me take out Kareena. I’ll return the favor by beating you quick and clean.”
Bending her opponent over, Deol applied a Front Facelock, flung Ameesha’s near arm over her shoulders and used her free hand to hook Patel’s togs. Unsure of how wise this move actually was, the little nagging voice didn’t stop Esha from lifting Ameesha off the mat in a smooth arc. When Ameesha was inverted directly over her head, Esha sat-out fast, fusing the top of Patel’s head with the canvas with a skull-smashing Brainbuster. Rolling Ameesha over onto her back, Esha flung herself across Ameesha’s chest and hooked both legs in a tight cradle. Unable to believe just how fast control of this contest shifted back and forth between the three ladies, the exhausted ref happily dropped to both knees and counted off, ‘ONE... TWO... THR-NO!’ Ameesha kicked free of the cradle, saving the match with less than a half second to spare.
Shaking her head, Esha muttered, “OK slut, if that’s the way you want it, we’ll keep fighting. I certainly won’t mind having the opportunity to pay you back for that Ankle Lock a few minutes ago.”
Lifting Ameesha up by the shoulder-straps, Deol switched her grip to Patel’s left wrist and whipped her into the corner. Putting weight on her right ankle to make sure she could still move as fast as she needed to, Esha was apparently satisfied after a few seconds and sprinted towards the hapless Ameesha. When the distance between them was almost nil, she left her feet in a high leap that ended with her planting both feet on Ameesha’s upper thighs. Clasping in her hands behind Ameesha’s neck, Deol leaned back and fell to the canvas, tossing Ameesha up and over her with a Monkey Flip.
As this was unfolding, on the other side of the ring, Kareena was just getting her feet under her again. Watching carefully as Esha tossed Ameesha in her direction, Kareena whispered, “There’s no way I can pass this up.”
Waiting for just the right moment, Kareena didn’t move until Patel started to come down out of her arc. In the split second that Ameesha’s midsection was open, Kareena EXPLODED forward and drove her left shoulder into Ameesha’s ribs, nearly ripping her in half with the Spear. Laying heavily across Ameesha’s chest, Kareena hooked the far leg and waited for the ref to count, ‘ONE... TWO... THRE…NO!’ Not knowing what Kareena had done didn’t stop Esha from charging in and breaking up the pin at the last possible second.
Digging her hands into Kareena’s damp hair, Deol hauled her up and sneered, “Don’t you EVER try to steal from me agu…UNUNNGHH!” Kareena drove a hook into Esha’s belly, cutting her off.
Taking the brunette by the wrist, Kareena growled, “You’re the only thief in this ring tonight Esha.” Saving her breath, Kapoor stepped away from her opponent and whipped her towards the corner. When Deol went BWONNNG against the turnbuckles, Kareena charged after her intent on crushing Esha’s ribcage into a sticky paste compliments of an Avalanche Splash which would have worked perfectly if Esha hadn’t shot out of the corner and gone low at the last second!
Scissoring her legs out, Deol tripped up her incoming foe with a Drop Toe Hold that sent Kareena’s forehead into the bottom turnbuckle! Scrambling to her feet, Esha climbed onto the middle turnbuckle and started to bounce up and up and down. When she’d gained enough momentum, Esha pushed up and swung out in a beautiful Headstand. She held this pose for just a moment before swinging herself back down to land with both feet across Kareena’s shoulders in a vicious Double Stomp.
Savoring Kareena’s muffled ‘UNNNGHHH!’ and the sympathetic groans of the crowd, Esha repeated the heinous stomping twice more before hopping nimbly out of the corner. Not even close to done with Kareena yet, Esha grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her out of the corner only to tug her around by about ninety degrees. Having set Kareena up perfectly for what she was about to do, Deol backed into the center of the ring, making sure to avoid Ameesha’s twitching form.
Satisfied with her preparations, Esha dropped into a low crouch and sprinted towards the turnbuckles. When she was within reaching distance Esha thrust both arms out, grabbed the top rope on either side of the buckle and pushed up into another perfect Headstand. Holding the pose for several seconds, Deol finally swung back down and let go of the buckle only to come down with the point of her elbow mashing into the small of Kareena’s back. Ignoring the cheers of the audience as well as her opponents sobs, Deol pushed Kapoor over onto her back and hooked the leg. Moments later the ref was beside them and counting, ‘ONE... TWO....TH-NO!” For the second time in the match, Kareena saved herself by getting a foot onto the bottom rope.
Glowering at her mistake, Deol hissed, “That’s not gonna save you next time cxnt.”
Pulling Kareena up with a handful of hair, Esha backed into the center of the ring and this time she made a point to step down HARD on Ameesha’s aching ribs as she passed by. Holding Kareena doubled over with Ameesha in-between them, Esha taunted, “You’re not the only one who knows how to use their opponent as a weapon Kareena. Check this out!”
Falling silent, Esha bent her knees, leapt into the air and sat out, driving Kareena’s face into the mat with the X-Factor while simultaneously using Bebo to Splash down on Ameesha’s ribs. Having had her fill of Kapoor for the moment, Deol shoved her off the other foe and settled her hands in Ameesha’s hair. Forcing the wounded rival to her hands and knees, Esha lead Ameesha over to the edge of the ring and rudely shoved her throat across the middle rope. Pressing her knee into the back of Ameesha’s neck, Esha purred, “Don’t worry bitch, I’ll be back to see you very soon.”
Pulling away from her adversary, Esha took off towards the ropes at her back only to come bounding towards the prone Ameesha. When she was almost on top of Ameesha, the brunette left her feet in a low jump and slipped through the top and middle ropes. Grabbing onto the cables for balance, Esha swung her whole body around in a tight arc, apparently going for the Tiger Feint Kick commonly known as the 619 in the states. Interestingly enough, while the kick did connect with Ameesha, it wasn’t the right part of her!
As Deol began her dive, Patel got her arms up and when Esha’s legs came swinging at her face, Ameesha grabbed her around the upper thighs, stopping the move cold. Holding a struggling and furious Esha, Ameesha got to her feet and sneered, “Shouldn’t ‘ave told me what ya were gonna do Esha. Now yer gonna ‘ave ta wait and see what I’ve got planned for ya!”
Looking over her shoulder, Ameesha saw Kareena getting to her feet and she knew what she was going to do. Planting her feet against the mat, Patel tore Deol out of the ropes and swung Esha around almost 180-degrees to SMECK her into Kareena’s chest with all the force of a battering ram. The innovative maneuver knocked Kapoor off her feet and sent a serious tremble through the brunette.
Tossing her makeshift bat aside, Ameesha paused to snap her tights back into place and said, “I gotta tell ya ladies, I’m absolutely fuckin’ SICK of both of ya droppin the other onta me. I think you need to learn ‘ow disturbin’ that can be.”
Pulling Esha up, Patel forced her head between the brunette’s torso and right arm. Then she bent her knees in a deep crouch and lifted up and backwards, taking Deol off her feet and hauling her into position for a Belly to Back Suplex. But instead of falling back to complete the move, Ameesha stayed on her feet for a few seconds and then sat out, driving Esha forward as she did so. The challenger didn’t even have time to cry out as she was driven down across Kareena’s chest in the most innovative way the fans had ever seen.
Shoving Esha off of Kareena, Ameesha asked, “See? None too pleasant is it Bebo?”
When no response came, Ameesha helped herself to a handful of Kareena’s tights and pulled her to her feet. Looking to introduce Kareena to one of her signature maneuvers, Ameesha spun her foe around and went to work. Snuggling in close, she locked the Kareena’s arms up in a strength-draining Full Nelson and bore down tight. Letting her lips brush lightly against Kareena’s ear, Ameesha purred, “I know ya don’t believe it slut, but I’m a better wrestler than ye’ll ever be. And it’s moves like this that make it so...”
Ameesha bent her knees and exploded straight up, lifting Kareena off her feet in what looked to be the beginning of a Full Nelson Slam but at the apex, Patel released her grip and with a nimble twist of her hands, spun Kapoor around so that she was facing her. Taking hold of Kareena’s shoulders just as gravity started to take over again, Patel dropped straight back, taking Kapoor for a ride until she hit face-and-chest-first with a Reverse STO from several feet higher than usual. She had just connected perfectly in the center of the ring and Ameesha knew it was almost time to end this fight. Just a few more minutes and she’d be able to prove her superiority over Esha AND Kareena.
Taking a moment to collect her senses, Ameesha thought about what she was going to next and when it came to her, she just smiled. Coming into this fight, she knew she wanted to give herself something special; an iconic image. Up until now, Patel had thought that image would be her standing over a UKO’ed Kareena, but this new idea... this was even better. Flipping hair out of her eyes, she turned to the audience and yelled, “GET THOSE CAMERA’S READY LADS! I WANT SHOTS OF THIS FROM EVERY ANGLE!”
Having voiced her request, Ameesha pulled Kapoor to her feet and gripped her by the throat. She planted her free hand in the Kareena’s crotch, bent her knees and then liifffted Kareena up over her head, treating the Bebo to her very first stint in a Military Press. Beaming into the sea of cheering faces and flashing cameras, Patel added, “YA SEE THIS? THIS ‘ERE IS WHY I’M THE FUCKIN’ CHAM…PUNNNGHHH!”
Ameesha’s boast was short-circuited mid-word when Esha zoomed in behind her, went low and Chopblocked the Ameesha’s knees. Ameesha’s legs flew out from under her as she landed on the mat with a wet THUD. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Kareena came smashing down across her chest in what was quite possibly the most painful inadvertent Splash of the evening.
Savoring the sight of the two foes heaped on top of one another, Esha quickly pulled Kareena clear of the wreckage and slapped a Standing Headscissors Wrapping her arms around the rival’s sturdy waist, Esha cooed, “Sorry to let you down Kareena, but neither of you losers is going to walk out of here on your legs.” Making sure her hands were tightly clasped, Esha bent her knees, lifted up and.... nothing happened. Well, Kapoor’s feet remained firmly rooted to the mat, but other than that, nothing happened. Infuriated by her rival’s resistance, Esha squeezed down even harder and hissed, “I’m gonna kill you Bebo…AAAHHHHUUGGH!”
Her captive straightened up at frightening speed and Esha was flung up and over Kapoor’s head, soaring into the lights for a moment before coming down flat on her back with a ring-shaking BWAM!
Whirling to face her stunned adversary, Kareena asked, “What were you gonna do Esha? Kill me? Are you sure you weren’t about to say ‘beg for mercy?’” When Esha didn’t or couldn’t answer her, Kareena tugged her to her feet and went about forcing a reply out of her. Standing to her opponent’s right, Kareena slipped an arm between Deol’s legs and the other across her chin before muscling the brunette up across her shoulders in the murderous Torture Rack. Lurching around the ring with Esha suspended helplessly above her, Kapoor told the audience, “THIS BITCH JUST USED THE LAST OF HER NINE LIVES!”
Bending her knees she surged upward releasing her grip on Esha’s chin while shifting her hold on the brunette’s legs As Deol fell, Kareena wrapped both arms around Esha’s thighs and sat down, landing hard on the canvas. Kareena had turned the Torture Rack into a Sit-Out Powerbomb and judging by how little Esha was currently twitching, the move very may well have used up the last of her reserves. Seeing the brunette’s shoulders go down and stay down, the zebra slid in and counted off, ‘ONE... TWO... THRE…NO!!!’
Deol didn’t kick out of the move, but Ameesha threw herself against Kareena in a loose tackle that was more than enough to stop the count. Grumbling as she shoved Ameesha off of her, Kareena got to her feet and said, “That was a cheap shot Ameesha. I had her and you know it.”
Patel was incredulous! “Cheap shot? Ya were tryin’ ta win without pinnin’ me, whaddaya call that slut?”
Settling into her crouch, Kareena fired back, “Hey, it worked for you didn’t it?”
Ameesha’s face flashed stunned hurt for just a moment, only to be replaced with a seething fury. Pointing her claws towards Kareena, she hissed, “I’m gonna knock ya the shit outta ya for that slut.”
Kapoor’s answer was equally cold, “Bring it on babe. Bring EVERYTHING you got!”
Patel lunged for her nemesis only to receive a stiff Boot to the Gut. Fighting for air, she couldn’t resist when Kapoor scooped her up and held her perpendicular across her chest. Turning to every side of the ring, Kareena clapped Ameesha’s butt and said, “I own your ass Ameesha. And pretty soon, I’ll own the rest of you.” Patel started to sneer a response, but Kareena rose up on her toes and dropped forward and down, flattening Ameesha between her body and the mat with a Front Powerslam.
Maintaining her perch across Ameesha’s chest, Kapoor hooked the far leg and nodded in time as the ref ticked off, ‘ONE... TWO... THRE--NO!’
This time it was Esha who saved Ameesha in the form of a vicious Stomp just behind the oblivious foe’s ear. Stunned from the blow, Kareena fought through the fog in her head just as Esha was yanking her up and she paid the brunette with a heartless Double Chop to the kidney’s. Deol groaned and dropped to her knees which gave Kareena all the time she needed to get her feet under her and slip around behind the crippled adversary.
Working in silence she reached her right arm between Esha’s legs and grabbed the brunette’s dangling left wrist then pulled it back tightly between the woozy grappler’s thighs. In the same breath, Kapoor hooked Deol’s right arm with her left and pulled it back hard, twisting the brunette awkwardly. Kareena held this position for just a moment, giving the impression that she was about to apply some bizarre variation on the Abdominal Stretch. Instead, she pulled up with both hands, lifted Esha off her feet to position her stomach-down on Kareena’s shoulder. In the blink of an eye, Kareena shifted her grip so that one arm was looped across Esha’s back while the other held the brunette’s head in place. But just as Kareena was rising up on her toes to complete the Pumphandle Slam, Esha shot both hands up and raaaaked them across the Kareena’s eyes, engineering a brutally simple escape.
Landing directly behind her foe, Esha snaked both arms around Kareena’s waist and locked her hands. Bending her knees, Esha taunted, “Time to go for a ride bitch.”
Imagine then the brunette’s surprise when a strong pair of arms encircled her waist and an equally taunting voiced added, “No fair kitty, I was gonna say that.”
Before Esha could think of a counter, Ameesha Patel bridged up and back, dropping Esha on the back of her head and shoulders with a German Suplex. And because Kareena was in Esha’s grasp at the time, the other foe found herself on the receiving end of a German Suplex as well! All in all it was a phenomenal testament to the Ameesha wrestler’s strength and if the crowd reaction was any indication, Ameesha had just created that iconic moment she craved.
Burning white-hot on the adrenaline surging through her system, Patel pushed to her feet and screamed “IT’S OVER!” Not waiting to see how the crowd reacted (it was absurdly favorable if you must know) Ameesha grabbed a handful of Esha’s tights and jerked her to her feet. Leading the semi-coherent Esha to the edge of the ring, Ameesha dumped her to the floor in an unceremonious pile and demanded, “Ya can stay out there and sniff the mats while the wrestlers are finishin’ up in ‘ere Deol.”
Spinning to face Kareena, Ameesha jogged over to Kareena and peeled her off the canvas. Holding Kareenan close to her, Ameesha took possession of Kapoor’s left wrist and Hammerlocked the arm up behind her foe’s back. Going nose-to-nose with Kareena, Ameesha whispered, “Payback time cxnt.”
Much to everyone’s surprise, Patel released the Hammerlock only to immediately wrap her arms around the girl’s waist and clamp on a Bear Hug of her own. Feasting on the surprised bulge in Kareena’s eyes, Ameesha reefed down on the hold as she attempted to wring every drop of resistance from her nemesis. Grinding foreheads with Kareena, Ameesha added, “Tell me ya quit slut. There’s nothin’ else ya can do so tell me ya quit!”
Gasping and clawing for every breath, Kareena lifted her head (which suddenly felt like it weighed a thousand pounds) and mumbled, “You’re wrong Ameesha... I can tell you to go to hell... go to hell by the way... and I can do THIS!” She snapped her head forward, mashing Ameesha’s nose with a desperation Head-butt. The blow loosened Patel’s grip and gave Kapoor just enough breathing room to shove the Ameesha away from her.
Hands clasped over her face, Ameesha stumbled away from Kareena trying to clear her head. Lurching drunkenly towards the ropes, Ameesha saw a wavery form that she THOUGHT might be Esha leaping from the apron onto the top rope. Acting on instinct instead of conscious thought, Patel dropped flat to the mat just as the shadowy form took flight towards her. Indeed, this was Esha soaring through the air over Ameesha and towards Kareena in a beautiful Springboard Flying Crossbody Press.
Guided by the same instinct that had lead Patel to safety, Kareena extended her arms wide and caught Esha across her chest. The SECOND she had her brunette, Kareena spun around 180-degrees, wrapped her arms around Esha’s torso and dropped flat to the mat, absolutely FLATTENING Deol with the Deadline. Knowing full well that Esha was out of it, Kapoor stayed smeared across her chest as she hooked the far leg and prayed for the ref’s count. She didn’t have to wait long as the official dropped into position and counted off, ‘ONE... TWO... THRENOOOO!” Ameesha flung herself onto Kareena, knocking the other rival free of the cover to break the count.
Running on fumes now, Ameesha hauled Kareena up and went about the business of finishing her off. Standing in front of her gut-shot opposition Patel reached out and snagged her foe’s left wrist with her right hand. Acting quickly, she pinned Kareena’s behind her back in a Hammerlock. Holding the limb in place, she reached around Kareena’s back with her left arm and took Kareena’s wrist in her left hand. Ameesha then used her recently freed right arm to reach down and grab Kareena’s left leg, just behind the knee.
Not even stopping to breathe, Patel bent her knees and picked Kareena up off the mat, lifting Kareena until her crotch rested against Ameesha’s navel with her legs loose around Ameesha’s hips. Almost there now, Ameesha let go of Kareena’s knee and snaked her right arm across the back of Kapoor’s neck, pulling her head down into a tight Front Facelock. Finally done, Patel rose onto her toes, executed a smooth half turn and sat out hard, landing on her butt with Kareena still in her lap. The return-trip to the mat was not nearly so pleasant for Kapoor as her Hammerlocked arm was damn near dislocated and her head was bent down and forward at a hideous angle with the point of her chin disappearing into the top of her cleavage.
Releasing her hold on Kareena’s head and arm, Ameesha allowed her to go sprawling onto her back even as she was wrapping her arms around Kareena’s legs and leaning forward. Unable to hear his own thoughts over the cheers for the U.K.O. the ref sank to his knees and slapped the mat, ‘ONE... TWO... THRE NOOOOO!”
Still laying on her side, Esha was able to snap a kick into Ameesha’s face that broke the count at the last possible second.
Energized by the feeling of her boot cracking off Ameesha’s cheek, Esha pushed to her feet and hair-yanked Ameesha to hers. Taking Ameesha’s wrist in a manacle-like grip, Deol growled, “That was the LAST time you’ll ever forget about me Ameesha.”
She whipped Ameesha towards a far corner only to have Patel reverse it and send her instead. Keeping her wits about her, Esha braced for the impact as best she could and actually did a pretty good job of it until Ameesha SMASHED into her, completely pulverizing Esha’s slender frame with an Avalanche Splash.
Refusing to let the brunette worm her way out of another predicament, Ameesha quickly climbed to the second rope and buried her left hand in Esha’s black mane. Jerking Esha’s head back at an awkward angle, Patel balled her right hand into a fist and roared, “COUNT FOR ME LADS!”
Obeying her command, the capacity crowd counted off “ONETWOTHREEFOURFIVE...”
Right about the halfway point they had to stop when Esha shot her arms up, wrapped them around Ameesha’s thighs and lurched out of the corner with the frantic rival wriggling in the stall position for a Powerbomb. Before fatigue could steal the moment from her, Esha pushed up and out on Ameesha’s legs, sending them trailing out behind the rest of her, leaving Patel’s head dangerously close to Deol’s talons. As gravity began to pull Ameesha down, Esha caught Ameesha’s head and sat out hard. Patel hit the mat face-and-chest first with an ungodly CRASH that always followed the successful application of Esha’s ‘Beautiful Letdown’ finisher. Rolling Ameesha onto her back, Deol straddled the Ameesha’s waist, leaned back, hooked her legs behind the knees and then leaned forward in a tight Matchbook Pin.
Hanging on for dear life, Esha imagined the Announcer proclaiming, ‘Your winner...’ even as the zebra was counting off, ‘ONE... TWO... THRENOOOOO!’ Kareena charged into the picture and kicked Esha in the ribs, halting the count and the brunette’s intoxicating fantasy.
Howling in frustration as she felt Kareena dig her fingers into her hair as she was hauled off of Ameesha, Esha curled her left hand into a fist and DRILLED it into the center of Kareena’s trunks. Kapoor let out an agonized shriek and her grip fell away so she could collapse onto her side and clutch feebly at her wounded crotch.
Brushing hair out of her face, Esha spat, “Keep out of my way bitch. I’ve got a respect to win.”
Trudging to her feet, Esha turned her back on Kareena and set her sights on Ameesha. Knowing there was no way for the slut to have recovered from her finisher that quickly, Esha surmised that it would only take one more move to end the fight and she knew just which one it would be. Peeling Ameesha off the canvas, Deol bulled her into corner and hoisted her into a sitting position on the top turnbuckle. Climbing up after her prey, Esha trapped Ameesha in a Front Facelock and slung Ameesha’s near arm over her shoulders.
Using her free hand to hook Patel’s togs, Esha purred, “I’m gonna give you a Brainbuster right off the top Ameesha. And after it hits your nasty pathetic ass will never be the sameeuunghhh! What the hell…?”
Ameesha hadn’t pushed her away, but Esha still felt herself being lead away from the corner, probably because Kareena had recovered and wormed her way up under the brunette. With Esha trapped on her shoulders, Kareena stumbled to the center of the ring and implored, “C’MON AMEESHA! GET OFF YOUR ASS AND LEVEL THIS BITCH!”
Kareena’s words were like a dose of smelling salts and Patel settled into a tense crouch on the top buckle. Figuring there was only one move that would suffice in this situation, Ameesha leapt off the top rope and extended her right arm full length, catching Esha across the chest with a Flying Clothesline. Right when Ameesha’s strike connected, Kapoor flung Deol off her shoulders, sending the brunette crashing belly and chest-first to the canvas compliments of the legendary Doomsday Device.
Picking herself up off the mat a few seconds later, Ameesha smirked at the wreckage of Esha before turning to address Kareena, “That was actually pretty good!” Kapoor had dropped into a crouch of her own and the instant Ameesha turned to face her, Kareena exploded forward and almost turned the for inside out with another Spear.
Resting on her knees over a doubled up Ameesha Patel, Kareena wanted to say something, but nothing sounded right. Instead, she pulled Ameesha to her feet, marched her to the edge of the ring and dumped her out onto the floor. Hurrying back to Esha, Kareena hauled the brunette to her feet, tossed her into the corner and lifted her into a seated position on the top buckle.
Taking a moment to look into Esha’s glazed eyes, Kareena said, “Just so you know, this isn’t because I can’t pin Ameesha, it’s because you wouldn’t shut your fucking mouth!”
Falling silent, Kareena stepped back only to BLAST a hard Palm Strike into the brunette’s face, guaranteeing she would be docile for what came next. With Esha offering no resistance, Kapoor moved in, grabbed the brunette’s head and forced her to bend forward. Placing the back of Deol’s neck against her right shoulder, Kareena reached forward and hooked both of her legs behind the knees. Locking her hands in an inescapable loop, Kareena pulled away from the corner and took Esha with her, only now Esha was upside down with the back of her neck resting on the point of Kapoor’s shoulders.
Pretty face set in a determined grimace, Kareena spun around on her heel to face towards the rest of the ring and sprinted towards the opposite corner. After nearly half a dozen steps, she leapt into the air and dropped to the mat, spiking Esha’s shoulders against the canvas and nearly breaking her neck against Kareena’s own shoulder. Feeling Deol go limp, Kareena tossed the brunette’s legs aside and went for the cover.
On the outside of the ring, Ameesha had just pulled herself up when she saw Kareena connect with the Muscle Buster. Seeing Kapoor go into the cover, panic welled up in Ameesha’s heart, she had to get in there now!
‘ONE’
Ameesha slid under the bottom rope and popped to her feet.
‘TWO!’
She charged across the canvas and FLUNG herself towards the...
‘THREE!’
The ref’s hand came down for the final time a microsecond before Ameesha shoved Kareena out of the cover. But by then it was too late. The bell was ringing and the Announcer was roaring, “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL, KAREENA KAPOOR!”
