Standing outside the entrance to the cage, the Announcer started. “Ladies and Gentlemen, our event for this evening is the first ever ‘Women Street Fight’! The rules are as follows: participants will be locked inside the cage and cannot emerge until the match is over. During the course of the match, both can try to use the ladder to gain control of a key which is hanging from the top of the cage. Once they have the key, it will open the box at ringside and allow the wrestlers access to its contents. Once the box has been opened, however, BOTH ladies can use whatever they find inside - however they want! It goes without saying this match is to a no disqualification, no holds barred pin fall or submission finish! Now without further ado, let me introduce the participants...”
Catching his breath, he resumes his shtick, “Introducing first, she stands 5’2”…Ameesha Patel!”
Ameesha is wearing a two piece red bikini with white pads and boots and her long black hair hangs back loose on her shoulders Approaching the door of the cage, Ameesha makes a show of walking through the door and leaning against the heavy wooden box before sliding into the ring and heading for her corner. Announcer brings the mic back up and concludes, “And her opponent, she stands at 5’4” tall; ladies and gentleman, she is Kareena Kapoor!
Kareena was decked in a simple black bikini.
The clang of the bell sounded the tiniest bit surreal, the pealing notes seeming to reverberate and echo off the steel links of the cage in some way that was fundamentally incorrect. In their respective corners, the two brunettes took a deep breath and then strode slowly towards the center of the ring, each more than ready to finally face down her rival. Padding across the canvas, Kareena and Ameesha came to a stop with less than a foot separating them. For a moment there was silence as both pair of brilliant dark eyes where locked with the other.
Ameesha brushed a lock of hair behind her ears and broke the silence, “This is the beginning of the end for you. I FINALLY get to prove to everyone what I’ve been saying for months. You’re nothing but an overrated nepotism suck-up that slept her way to the top. If there’s anyone in this promotion that deserves the title of ‘The Best’ it’s me. And I’m gonna prove it by making you shriek yourself hoarse.”
Holding back on the urge to simply jump Kareena and start pounding her, Kareena exercised restraint for the first and last time in the contest, “You’re the one getting exposed tonight Ameesha. All of these people are going to find out you’re nothing but a big mouth and a lot of cheap shots. And after I beat you across every corner of this ring, I’d ask for an apology, but I think it’s going to be hard with your jaw wired shut.” she concluded this statement by closing the gap between them, her nose brushing ever so slightly against Ameesha’s.
Unfazed by the malice in Kareena’s voice, Ameesha spat, “Nothing but cheap shots huh? Well I’d hate to disappoint you.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before Kareena was in motion, belting her nemesis across the mouth with a nasty forehand slap. Ameesha’s head snapped to the side, but the other brunette shook off the blow and steadied herself quickly. Fixing Ameesha with a murderous glare, Kareena fired a slap of her own, the stinging backhand catching Ameesha flush across her cheek. Ameesha grunted and staggered back, but much like her foe was quick to recover and go on the attack. With a feral snarl, Ameesha lunged forward and locked up with Kareena, initiating the first clinch of the match.
The two gladiators sank sharp nails into the other’s shoulders as each fought for leverage in the basic tie-up. After being backed up several paces by Ameesha, Kareena planted her feet and twisted her hips, reversing positions with her rival and quickly backing her to the corner. Feeling Ameesha’s back press against the steel of the buckles, Kareena leaned in as hard as she could, patently ignoring the refs droning call for a break until the very last second. As Kareena released her grip and backed away, Ameesha was furious at the confidence she saw in Kareena’s face. Making it her mission to shatter that sureness, Ameesha lunged forward, locking up with Kareena a second time.
Before Kareena could retaliate, Ameesha powered her into the opposite corner and chested up into her foe, getting as close and tight as she could before the ref got between them once more. Relaxing her clinch, Ameesha ran her hands down Kareena’s shoulders until they lay on the swell of her chest. As she was stepping back, Ameesha clenched her grip tight, groping and twisting at Kareena’s assets, drawing a surprised grimace from her in the process.
Her eyes blazing, Ameesha sneered, “Come and get me if ya don’t like it slut!”
In that instant, Kareena became more furious than she’d ever been in the whole of her career. Roaring silently, she shot forward and buried her hair in Ameesha’s midnight locks. Even as Ameesha’s eyes were widening in surprise, Ameesha was jerking her head back and forth, seemingly intent on tearing Kareena’s scalp from her skull.
Grinning with savage triumph as she felt Ameesha’s knees unhinge, Kareena tossed as hard as she could, flinging her prey across the ring by the roots of her hair.
Stalking over to the recovering girl, Kareena spat back, “Be careful what you wish for pretender.”
Shaking off the pain in her hair, Ameesha rolled to one knee and locked eyes with Kareena once more. The same acidic sneer distorting her pretty features, Ameesha exploded forward, catching Kareena around the middle with a basic tackle that lacked any of the normal finesse the audience had come to expect from her. Indeed these two great wrestlers were staggering around the ring, snarling, cursing and tearing at each other, the hallmarks of a traditional catfight and not something usually seen in the squared circle. Grimacing as she broke free from Kareena's claw hold on her throat, Ameesha got her right hand up and raked it hard down Kareena’s face. Inside, Ameesha bellowed with exultation as Kareena cried out and staggered away, swinging blindly as she tried to protect her injured face.
Whispering, “Nowhere to run now Kareena,” Ameesha advanced on her incapacitated rival and darted both hands forward, grabbing Kareena’s left wrist. Not hesitating a second, she whipped the taller brunette into the ropes, waiting tensely as Kareena blundered back towards her.
When Kareena was within striking distance Ameesha shot both arms out, wrapping them around her foe’s waist. In one smooth motion, she pulled Kareena off her feet and into the air, twisting Kareena around nearly 270 degrees before dropping to one knee and slamming the small of Kareena’s back into the point of her bent knee. Ameesha smirked with cold satisfaction as the Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker sent spasms through Kareena’s body. She let the limp brunette sit on her knee for just a second before pushing her away, watching with cruel disinterest as Kareena rolled onto her belly a few feet away.
Getting to her feet, Ameesha ambled over to where Kareena lay groaning. Bending down, she grabbed a double handful of hair and pulled Kareena to her feet. Deciding to hold off on the verbal abuse for a second, Ameesha buried a boot in Kareena’s belly, doubling her over. With her nemesis bent prone, Ameesha ran the ropes to Kareena’s left and when she was close enough, left her feet in a beautiful front flip. As she passed by her target, Ameesha wrapped her hands around Kareena’s jaw and pulled tight, dropping the bigger brunette to the canvas with her innovative Flipping Neckbreaker.Kneeling next to Kareena, Ameesha sank both talons into the other girl’s hair and yanked her to her feet.
Going nose to nose with the woman she hated so much, Ameesha hissed, “You better give me a better fight than this Kareena, I didn’t put everything I have into training only to have my coronation spoiled by lack of a worthy adversary.”
Not receiving a response, she backed up quickly, bouncing off the ropes to pick up a head of steam as she hurled back toward Kareena. But before Ameesha could initiate any kind of attack, Kareena charged forward and executed a short leap, driving her right knee up and into Ameesha’s face at the apex of her momentum. Ameesha let out a pained oooffff and went down, her head bouncing off the canvas as she rolled away to create some distance. Her head aching, Ameesha got to her feet only to be immediately greeted with Kareena’s forearm smashing across her chest in a Clothesline. The smaller brunette fell to the canvas again, but was up with very little recovery time. In hindsight, it may have been a wiser choice to stay down a bit longer because as it was, Kareena was right there to level her with a second Clothesline, this one nearly knocking Ameesha in a full circle before she landed face first on the mat.
Surveying Ameesha sprawled at her feet; Kareena put her hands on her hips and said, “Tell you what Ameesha. After I beat you tonight, if you get on the house mic and admit that everything you said about me was a lie, I promise you’ll have full use of your limbs when the sun comes up. What do you say?”
Kareena’s words echoed hatefully in her head as Ameesha regained her footing. Fixing her gaze on Kareena, Ameesha replied, “No chance in hell.” as she raked her claws across Kareena’s face again.
Relishing how easy it had been to snatch control of the match from her opponent, Ameesha wasted little time in cutting the distance between the two and hooking the taller brunette in a Front Face Lock. Slinging Kareena’s near arm over her shoulders, Ameesha grabbed a handful of tights and hauled up, going for the Vertical Suplex. But as Kareena’s feet were about to leave the canvas, Kareena managed to thread one leg around Ameesha’s leg, effectively blocking the throw. Ignoring Ameesha’s muttered cursing, Kareena drove several short, hard punches into Ameesha’s belly, forcing her to break her grip. And as Ameesha lunged forward with her claws pointed at Kareena’s face, she got a taste of her own bitter medicine when Kareena got her talons into Ameesha’s face and raked viciously downward. She groaned and stumbled back; momentarily distracted from everything but the reddening furrows Kareena had dug in her face. Luckily for Kareena, a moment was all she needed.
Standing face to face with her rival, Kareena wrapped one arm around Ameesha’s waist and threaded the other between Ameesha’s legs, that hand gripping her just under her butt. With a beautifully executed pop of her hips, she threw Ameesha up and over, the brunette landing high and tight on her head and shoulders. Rolling to one knee, Kareena realized that Ameesha was laid out, perhaps long enough for her to get and then scale the ladder. Tearing her focus from the other brunette, Kareena went to the edge of the ring and slipped under the bottom rope. Moving quickly, she grabbed the ladder leaning against the side of the cage, giving the huge wooden crate a wary glance as she did so. Holding the unwieldy device in both hands, Kareena turned back towards the ring and slid it under the bottom rope before following the appliance back in. Making sure Ameesha was still down (she added a few stomps to Ameesha’s belly and chest just in case) Kareena hauled the ladder to the center of the ring and set it up, just under the shadow of the dangling key ring.
Gripping one of the middle steps in both hands she said to herself, “Let’s retrieve some keys shall we?”
A grim expression settling over her face, Kareena started climbing towards her prize. She was still a few feet away when Ameesha came out of nowhere and drove both feet into her side, Dropkicking her off the ladder to land rudely on the canvas a few feet below.
Gasping in pain and shock, Kareena was furious when she heard Ameesha purr, “Kareena if you wanted the ladder, why didn’t you just say so? I’m more than willing to share it with you.”
Kareena was trying to muster a response when Ameesha kicked her in the temple, the short, stiff blow knocking her flat on her back with alarm bells going off inside her skull. Knowing Kareena was going to be down for a moment, Ameesha thought about climbing the ladder to retrieve the keys and decided she’d rather hurt Kareena some more. Grabbing the ladder, she folded the 12-foot weapon up and tossed it down beside her enemy.
With a smirk on her face, Ameesha pulled Kareena to her feet and chided, “Remember how this feels. And remember that as bad as it is… it’s only the beginning.”
Not allowing her foe to get a response in, Ameesha scooped Kareena up and held her inverted for just a moment before slamming her down back first across the ladder. Kareena shrieked aloud as the steel abused her form, the brunette’s back arching in indignation as she was subjected to this punishment. Tragically, that was just the reaction Ameesha was hoping for as it played directly into her next attack. Standing at Kareena’s waist, Ameesha bent at the knees and then leapt directly into the air before coming down belly first across Kareena’s exposed abdomen. Normally a Splash from someone as Ameesha wouldn’t be a great cause for concern, but with Kareena laying on the ladder, the force of the basic maneuver was compounded several times. Kareena’s abused back was slammed back against the steel of the ladder and she flopped weakly as Ameesha lay smugly across her belly.
Pushing up on her hands, Ameesha looked gloatingly into Kareena’s face and said, “I better be careful with the ladder. I’d hate to destroy it before I can get those keys. From what I hear, there’s stuff inside that’ll make this look like a picnic.” Peeling herself off Kareena’s sweating form, Ameesha rolled the other brunette off the ladder before grabbing the appliance and marching over to a corner. Standing it up, Ameesha propped the device in the corner and headed back to where Kareena was gamely trying to recover. Helping the other woman up with a handful of hair, Ameesha grabbed Kareena’s wrist and said happily, “I’ve always wanted to do this, it just looks like so much FUN!”
Securing her grip, Ameesha whipped Kareena toward the corner with all the strength she could muster, watching with sick fascination as the other brunette slammed into the ladder at full speed, her injured back taking the brunt of the impact. Satisfied with the boneless way Kareena crumpled to the canvas, Ameesha stepped over the fallen form of her adversary to retrieve the ladder and then set it up in the middle of the ring. Looking straight up, Ameesha centered her gaze on the hanging key and began to climb. She climbed the ladder quickly and her fingers were actually brushing the tarnished brass key when Kareena grabbed hold of the ladder and shoved it off balance. Ameesha didn’t even have time to cry put as she and the ladder tumbled over, the latter landing with a loud clang, and the former landing with a dull thud. Wincing as she stood over Ameesha, Kareena put a foot on the ladder and pressed down, making sure the instrument was laying flat on the mat.
Ignoring the pains in her back, Kareena said coldly, “Thanks so much for sharing the ladder Ameesha. But in the interest of fairness, I think you should be able to enjoy some of its many charms. After all, I’d hate to be accused of not sharing.” She pulled the dazed Ameesha to her feet and trapped her in a Front Face Lock. A few seconds later, she had Ameesha hooked and set for a move Ameesha had attempted a little earlier, the Vertical Suplex. Pausing just a moment to catch her breath, Kareena jerked Ameesha into the air, inverting the smaller brunette over her head. Keeping her hold steady, Kareena took a few steps forward and waited, letting the mob count to 10 before she continued her performance. As the 10-second mark was reached, Kareena simply fell back, completing the Vertical Suplex by dropping Ameesha on the perfectly placed ladder. Much like Kareena had twisted and arched when slammed on the steel, Ameesha did too, writhing in agony as she clutched at her assaulted back.
Getting to her knees, Kareena scooted over to Ameesha and knelt low, getting her face right next to her nemeses. Speaking in a calm, (but remarkably cruel) whisper, Kareena said, “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into Ameesha. But trust me, after they wheel you out of here tonight, you will be acutely, PAINFULLY aware of just what kind of tortures I can devise.” Receiving only a mumbled curse in response, Kareena continued, “You don’t seem to be taking me all that seriously. Perhaps this can persuade you otherwise.”
Grabbing hold of Ameesha’s wrist, Kareena pulled the limb away from the Ameesha’s torso with one hand while she worked the ladder open with the other. Laying Ameesha’s defenseless limb on the lower half of the ladder, Kareena grabbed the top half with both hands and slammed it down, smashing it shut like a giant bear trap. Lightning raced all the way up Ameesha’s arm and she roared in anguish as she pulled her arm free, only to cradle it across her chest. Watching the results of her handiwork with a disinterested gaze, Kareena grabbed Ameesha by the hair and pulled the mewling girl to her feet. Moving away from the ladder, Kareena scooped up her would be usurper and held her across her chest. Kareena maintained this position for a moment before rising on her heel and falling one knee, dropping the small of Ameesha’s back directly across her knee.
Adding a little insult to her latest injury, Kareena clawed at Ameesha’s face and belly before she shoved her away, letting the smaller brunette roll away as she turned her attention back to the ladder. Setting it up in the proper location, Kareena started the short (but seemingly eternal) climb to the top only to be rudely interrupted less than a foot from her goal. Ameesha had recovered from Kareena’s assault and was digging her claws into Kareena’s thigh and side, pulling and tearing at her an attempt to dislodge her from the ladder. Kareena grunted and tried to kick free, but Ameesha held on tenaciously and her situation was not helped any when Ameesha managed to slap a Claw Hold on the front of Kareena’s trunks. Her grip weakening, Kareena was horrified to feel herself being pulled off the ladder and hurled towards the canvas, Kareena landing hard on her head and shoulders, the victim of a makeshift slam from Ameesha that most closely resembled a Powerbomb.
Still woozy from Kareena’s attack, Ameesha rested against the ladder for several seconds, all the while keeping her gaze fixed on her prey for any signs that she might be on the verge of getting to her feet. After several more seconds, Ameesha grabbed the ladder with both hands and closed it with a loud snap. Grunting with the exertion, she lifted it over her head and held it there, standing over Kareena as she did so.
Looking down, a frightening snarl of hatred crossed her face as Ameesha sneered, “You got it all wrong Kareena. YOU’RE the one who doesn’t know what I’m capable of.” With the weight of the ladder beginning to wear on her, Ameesha tossed the object down letting it drop onto Kareena with a meaty thud. Kareena let out an agonized groan and turned onto her side, clutching at bruised ribs even as the ladder lay over her like some oppressive metal blanket. Knowing that her opportunity to climb the ladder was getting close, Ameesha decided to go for one more big move before she went for the brass ring (so to speak.) Kicking the ladder off of her foe, Ameesha yanked her to her feet. Getting in Kareena’s face, Ameesha purred, “Everyone’s in awe of your suplexes but I can hit a pretty good throw when the situation calls for it. Observe.”
Bending at the waist she wrapped both arms around Kareena’s middle while also threading her head between Kareena’s arm and her torso. Making sure her hands were locked, Ameesha popped her hips, tossing Kareena up and over with a Release Suplex that deposited the aching Kareena on her back, the impact sending a single powerful shudder through her form before she rolled onto her side and lay still. Getting to her feet, Ameesha ran a hand through her tangled dark mane before setting the ladder up once more. Focusing solely on the hanging key ring and not the aches and pains coursing through her system, Ameesha’s hand was brushing the key itself when she realized there was someone on the other side of the ladder. Breaking her self-induced trance, Ameesha looked straight across and was furious to find Kareena grasping doggedly at the opposite side of the ladder. Registering the other girl’s sneer, a nasty smile blossomed on Kareena’s face as she chided, “What the matter, no room for two?”
Ameesha responded through clenched teeth, “Just enough room to send you crashing through the canvas.” Simultaneous with her words, she shifted her grip so that only one hand was clutching the ladder. Using her free hand she started hammering closed fists into Kareena’s face, trying to knock the other girl off the ladder. Kareena grunted and rode out the pain, shifting her grip so she could return the favor, drilling punches of her own against Ameesha’s cheek and forehead. This mindless slugging continued for the better part of fifteen seconds before strong shots from both women sent both of them rocking backwards, kept from falling by the flimsiest of grips on the ladder. Seeing the other refuse to fall apparently infuriated both combatants and with a mutual snarl they smashed a fist forward, each aiming for the other’s jaw.
In this effort, both were successful, but neither was strong enough to maintain her weakening grip on the ladder. Kareena and Ameesha tumbled off opposite sides of the ladder, hitting the mat with a wet smack at virtually the same instant. For several seconds there was nothing but the roar of the crowd, urging either woman to get up and climb the ladder to retrieve the key that would finally unveil the mystery of the Box. Several seconds later, the dueling brunettes were on their feet and stumbling towards one another to lock up in a drunken clench.
Pushing and straining against her opponent, Ameesha hissed, “Those keys are mine bitch. And when that box gets opened you’re done for.”
“Dream on twaaaaaaaaarrrgggghhh!” Kareena’s response was reduced to a mindless wail as Ameesha brought her knee up between Kareena’s thighs, mangling her womanhood with the strike.
Feeling Kareena crumble in her grip, Ameesha shoved Kareena aside and went to the ladder. Watching the other brunette cradle her center, Ameesha purred, “You can’t win this match Kareena. And you wanna know why? It’s cuz you need rules. Without ‘em you’re lost. And that makes it very easy for me to catch you and carve you up.” She was about to continue her missive when she realized it might be a better idea to obtain the key and THEN taunt her fallen nemesis. Craning her gaze up, Ameesha scrambled up the ladder and several seconds later, laid her hands across the key ring. Ignoring the roar of the crowd, Ameesha tugged the ring free of the thin chain holding it and held it aloft. Looking at her prize the way an explorer might eye a sacred relic, she whispered, “NOW the suffering starts.”
“Yes it does.” said a voice from below her. Startled, Ameesha looked over her shoulder just in time to see Kareena’s fist flash up between her legs, returning the kindness of Ameesha’s earlier attack.
Feeling her legs give way, Ameesha kept her eyes locked on Kareena as she hissed, “It’s MINE!” As she began to slip from the ladder she swung the heavy key ring in a short, brutal arc that ended at Kareena’s temple. Kareena let out a heavy moan and tumbled back, her own legs going rubbery as she and Ameesha both hit the canvas, the key ring and all it’s evil promises lying almost directly between the two wounded beauties.
If it had been any other opponent in any other match, Ameesha and Kareena probably would’ve stayed down longer than they did, but the allure of punishing their hated nemesis with whatever lay inside that giant wooden crate was just too enticing. Shoving aside everything but thoughts of the box, they rolled slowly to their feet, their gazes flicking to each other only briefly before homing in on the key ring that lay glittering dully on the mat. Summoning her strength, Kareena got her feet under her and lunged, laying her hands on the key as Ameesha was still struggling to her feet. Face aglow with her success, Kareena whirled on her heel and loped towards the edge of the ring and the huge crate that lay outside. She was in the process of slipping through the middle rope when Ameesha’s boot slammed up between her thighs. Kareena let out a watery groan and tumbled off the apron and to the floor, sprawled numbly on the thin mats as Ameesha slipped out of the ring and stood over her. Breathing hard, Ameesha bent over and snatched the key out of Kareena’s hand.
“I’ll take that.” she cooed, stomping Kareena’s abs as she did so.
Turning her attention towards the ornately carved crate, Ameesha stumbled forward until she was nearly leaning against the crate. Actually calling this thing a crate was a bit misleading. It was more like a huge bureau with double doors that opened outward. Slipping the key into the padlock, Ameesha turned the key and grinned with anticipation as she pulled the lock free and opened the doors. Ameesha laid eyes on the contests of the box and whispered, “Jackpot.” Inside was a veritable cornucopia of wrestling weaponry, to attempt to list everything would be a bit tedious given the time frame, but suffice to say, if you’d seen a weapon used inside the squared circle it was probably in here. There were so many choices that Ameesha almost couldn’t decide where to start. That is until she laid eyes upon a pair of Singapore Canes propped near the back. Ameesha looked to replicate the success; reaching and grabbing one long wooden staff.
Loving the feel of the Cane in her hands, Ameesha turned around just in time to see Kareena rolling under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Tapping the weapon against the mat, Ameesha said softly, “Oh no you don’t.” before sliding under the bottom rope as well, getting to her feet a moment after Kareena regained her vertical base. Holding the cane like a baseball bat, Ameesha circled Kareena, watching the other brunette warily as she waited for the right time to strike. Watching Ameesha stalk her, Kareena knew she had to even the odds fast, either by disarming Ameesha or getting a weapon of her own.
Assuming her usual crouch, Kareena beckoned her rival in and taunted, “If you think you can hit me, let’s see ya try.”
Infuriated by the mocking tone in the other brunette’s voice, Ameesha sneered her disdain and lashed out with the cane, really putting all her weight behind the swing. Luckily for Kareena she had anticipated this reaction and planned accordingly. Kareena actually moved forward to meet the swing but ducked under it at the last moment, slipping behind Ameesha while she was off balance for a split second. Using the opportunity to the hilt, Kareena stepped up behind her foe and used one arm to cinch on a Waist Lock while the other applied a Half Nelson. Before Ameesha regained her balance, Kareena bridged up and back, depositing Ameesha on the top of her head with the dangerous Half Nelson Suplex. Upon impact, Ameesha released her grip on the cane, being more concerned with the status of her aching neck and skull. Getting to her feet, Kareena realized she could just take Ameesha’s weapon and lace into her, but she wanted to get a peek at what was in the box.
Taking a second to kick the cane out of Ameesha’s reach, Kareena slipped out of the ring and opened the chest. Upon seeing what was inside, she said, “God, WHAT THE FUCK?”
Letting her gaze roll over the myriad choices, she saw several items that she wanted to use a bit later on, but for now, she was willing to settle for using the second Singapore Cane on her nemesis. Pulling the weapon out of the box, she climbed back into the ring right as Ameesha was picking herself off the mat and retrieving her cane. Hearing Kareena approach, the other brunette eyed her and cursed when she saw Kareena had been to the box. Holding the cane in front of her like a sword, Ameesha circled Kareena carefully, waiting for just the right moment to attack. The two rivals circled in this fashion for about 10 seconds before Ameesha struck first, firing the staff at Kareena’s shoulder. Kareena saw the attack coming and got her cane in the way, the 2 instruments coming together with a resounding crack that shook both of them. Not letting Ameesha get any more momentum, Kareena countered with a strike of her own, aiming for Ameesha’s ribs. But Ameesha was more than ready for the blow and she blocked it with ease, gritting her teeth in a ferocious smile as the wooden staffs came into contact again. And so it went for the next minute, each brunette trying to hit a vulnerable part of her foe’s anatomy only to have it blocked by her sneering rival.
It seemed that this stalemate would continue unabated, Kareena capitalized on Ameesha miss and cracked her opponent smartly across the knee. Ameesha’s leg buckled and she fell to one knee as Kareena reared back to strike her again. But Kareena hesitated just a second too long and before she could initiate her swing, Ameesha responded with one of her own, snapping Kareena across the ribs with a blow that sounded like someone hitting a heavy rug. Kareena shrieked and fell to her knees, the cane forgotten as she tried to protect her bruised middle. Walking off the tingle in her knee, Ameesha got to her feet and gripped the cane in both hands. Raising it high over her head, she whispered, “Off with her head.” as she brought it whistling down, driving the limber wood across the top of Kareena’s skull. There was a loud crunch and a hairline crack raced up the cane as Kareena fell heavily to her side, hands covering her head in a vain attempt at protection. Drinking in the adulation of the bloodthirsty mob, Ameesha sauntered over to Kareena and arrogantly poked her in the ribs. “It’s just that easy, Kareena. But if you think I’m gonna pin you, you’ve sorely mistaken. I’m gonna choke you out so everyone gets to see the terror and shame on your face when you submit.”
Reaching down she pulled Kareena to her feet and sidled up behind her. Grabbing the cane in both hands, Ameesha pulled the staff across Kareena’s windpipe and jerked back, choking her adversary in a way that was as legal as a Wristlock thanks to the rules of this match. Her oxygen cut off, Kareena fought the urge to panic and centered all her thoughts on escape. Pulling gamely at the cane, she waited for Ameesha to jerk back, upsetting her balance just a bit. When Ameesha obliged her, Kareena pulled her foot up ad brought it crashing down on Ameesha’s foot. Ameesha yelped and released the choke, hopping away to tend to her injured digits. Happy to breathe again, Kareena stumbled forward and took in several deep breaths, each one helping her to feel a bit more human. She was in the process of turning around to face her foe when Ameesha nearly decapitated her with a cane enhanced Clothesline. Kareena was knocked for a loop and hit the canvas in a painful heap, whimpering in pain as Ameesha stood over her. Seeing that her Clothesline had just about destroyed the cane, Ameesha tossed it aside and looked down at her foe.
Hands on her hips, Ameesha said, “I guess it’s time to make a second trip to the box. Let’s see what other toys have been supplied for your torture.”
Leaving Kareena to her own devices, Ameesha left the ring and went back to the box. Pulling the doors open, she passed over several larger items in favor of something decidedly more sadistic. Holding the cheese grater in one hand, she watched closely as the light twinkled off its rough surface. “This will do just fine.” she purred before sliding back into the ring. Strutting over to where Kareena was trying to recover, Ameesha held the grater in one hand while she used the other to pull Kareena to her knees. Standing behind the kneeling Kareena, Ameesha laid the appliance against Kareena’s forehead and held it tight. Using one hand to cup Kareena’s chin, she chided, “Here’s one for the highlight reel you slut.”
She pulled back slowly, doing her best to maximize the contact of metal with flesh. Kareena cried out, thrashing and wailing as the grater tore across the landscape of her forehead. Reaching the end of her run, Ameesha was more than willing to repeat the process and that’s just what she did, running the grater across Kareena’s face until she forced the brunette to surrender or scarred her for life, whichever came first. Hearing the pitch of the crowd increase, Ameesha looked down and spotted several thin streams of crimson running down her prey’s cheeks. Smiling sadistically, Ameesha pulled the grater away and surveyed the wound she had opened up. Running her hand across Kareena’s forehead, Ameesha made a show of rubbing the hand across Kareena’s face, tingeing her a dull scarlet.
Slapping Kareena’s face lightly Ameesha crowed, “First blood is always sweetest, but I’ve got bigger things in mind for you. Hope that iron will of yours can stave off submission for a few more minutes.”
Not receiving a coherent reply, Ameesha pulled Kareena to her feet and led her towards the corner. Positioning herself so that her back was to the buckles Ameesha hopped up and sat on the top buckle. Pulling Kareena in close, Ameesha planted a knee between Kareena’s shoulder blades and held the grater across Kareena’s face. Jiggling the grater back and forth, Ameesha chuckled and proclaimed, “This is REALLY gonna hurt.”
She shoved off with her free leg, forcing Kareena to stagger out of the corner with Ameesha riding her back. Seconds later the tortured brunette lost her balance and she pitched forward, landing face first on the canvas with nothing but the cheese grater to break her fall. Kareena mewled in agony and flopped onto her back only to have Ameesha go for the pin. Placing one hand on Kareena’s chest and another on her throat, Ameesha went for an arrogant cover, smiling coyly as the ref did his job. He had reached “TWO!” and was going for THREE when Kareena managed to buck the Kareena off of her.
On her knees, Ameesha wiped some of the blood off her hands and said, “All right, you want this to continue and so do I. But when you can’t walk out of this ring, you’re gonna wish you’d stayed down when I gave you the chance.” Looking around, Ameesha decided to exacerbate the damage done to Kareena’s head with a little ladder-induced trauma. Pushing to her feet she walked over to the ladder and set it up in the dead center of the ring. Walking back over to Kareena, she pulled the bigger brunette to her feet and holding the limp-kneed girl close, she breathed heavily into Kareena’s face, “You’re not gonna be doing ANY promotional photo shoots after this match bitch’!”
Without another word, she grabbed Kareena’s wrist and whipped her toward the ropes. But Ameesha was in for a surprise when Kareena put on the brakes and reversed the momentum to send Ameesha bounding into the ropes. Before she was fully aware of what had happened, Ameesha found herself tripped up by a Drop Toe Hold and falling forwards. Normally a Drop Toe Hold doesn’t do much damage, but when applied so the recipient goes face first into the bottom step on a ladder, it becomes a bit more impressive. Ameesha’s face bounced off the steel and she was in agony, rolling around on the canvas as she tried to assuage whether or not her nose had been broken in the landing. Not too far away, Kareena was on her hands and knees trying her damnedest to get the blood off her face.
Looking up, her vision was clear enough to work with so she pushed to her feet and surveyed the situation. Seeing that Ameesha was going to be occupied for a bit with her facial problems, Kareena decided a return trip to the box was an order. Moving gingerly, she escaped the confines of the ring and approached the chest, surveying the contest for only a second before making her choice. Reaching in she grabbed a 3-foot length of steel chain and pulled it free of the box. Kareena’s dark eyes flashed menacingly as she wrapped the metal links around her left hand over and over again. Slipping back into the ring, Kareena got to her feet and stalked Ameesha as the Kareena was using the ropes to pull herself up.
Tightening her grip on the chain, Kareena hissed, “OK Ameesha, you wanna leave your mark on me, go ahead and try. I guarantee that whatever you do to me will pale in comparison to what I do to you.”
Cutting the distance between them, Kareena tensed her whole frame and waited until Ameesha was in the process of turning around. When she saw the first flash of Ameesha's eyes, Kareena struck, driving her chain-enhanced fist into the point of Ameesha’s jaw. The slender beauty let out a short, clipped cry and fell to the mat, her strong legs instantly turned to water by the vicious force of the punch. Unwrapping her hand, Kareena held the chain in one hand while she used the other to secure a grip on Ameesha’s hair. Holding both her trophies tightly, Kareena pulled Ameesha to the middle of the squared circle and then straddled her back, sitting heavily on the kneeling girl. Using her unencumbered hand, Kareena threaded Ameesha’s arms over her thighs, giving her an unobstructed path to Ameesha’s face. Her hold almost complete, Kareena laced the chain across Ameesha’s neck and pulled back gently, just enough for Ameesha to realize what was going on.
As the brunette tried to pull free, Kareena gave her an ultimatum. “You have a choice Ameesha; come clean about everything you said about me and you’ll get to wrestle another match after tonight. Continue to lie and I will make it my mission to retire you by the end of this fight.” She punctuated this statement by pulling back on the chain a little bit more.
Her response slightly distorted by the steel, Ameesha still managed to gurgle, “Go fuck yourself twat.”
Kareena’s eyes blazed with the fury only a truly pissed off vixen can summon as she spat, “Then choke on your lies!”
Leaning back as far as she could to let the choke do as much damage as possible. Ameesha’s face immediately began to turn pink, then red and finally a scary shade of purple as her air was denied, but Ameesha would not give up the fight. And though many in the audience were in agreement that Kareena could take the match right then if only she maintained the viciously augmented Camel Clutch, unconsciousness was not good enough for her. She was determined to make Ameesha admit her slander in front of everyone and thus end all the rumors and innuendo that had sprung up about her in the last few months. To that end she suddenly released her grip on the chain, letting the steel fall away as she peeled herself off Ameesha.
Standing over the gasping brunette, Kareena tossed the chain aside and headed back towards the box, trying to decide on her next tactic. Opening the doors again, Kareena deviated from her previous game plan, going with a much bigger weapon this time. Reaching in with both hands, Kareena tugged the old wooden palette free on the chest and lugged it over to the apron. Pausing for a second to catch her breath, Kareena muscled it up and slid it into the ring. Kareena quickly followed and she pulled the palette into the middle of the ring, not far from where Ameesha was laying on her back and sucking in great tearing gasps of air. After adjusting her trunks and brushing the hair out of her face, Kareena strode over to Ameesha and pulled her to her feet. Wrapping both arms around Ameesha’s sweaty torso, Kareena walked backwards until she was several feet in front of the palette.
Grinding her torn forehead against Ameesha’s, Kareena whispered, “You’re about to hear several loud snapping noises. If you can figure out which are the palette and which are your vertebrae, you’re a smarter woman than I.”
Giving her prey a final squeeze, Kareena fell back and tossed Ameesha over her, hurling the other brunette onto the palette with a nasty Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. True to her word, there were several loud cracks, but given Ameesha’s immediate flailing and the prolonged arching of her back, it was safe to say that it was the wood and not her spine that had cracked. Of course, that didn’t mean she was in any condition to fight back, a point that Kareena proved when she draped herself over Ameesha and went for the cover, almost getting a three count before Ameesha was able to kick free. Sighing deeply, Kareena stood on the weakened palette and hauled Ameesha to her feet. With both of them standing on the palette, ducked and scooped Ameesha onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The crowd roared as they knew this was the start position for one of Kareena’s signature moves, a Fireman’s Carry into Pile Driver some unknown joker had dubbed the Kareena-astator!
Holding Ameesha on her shoulders, Kareena was in the process of beginning the move when Ameesha squirmed to life and managed to slip down her back. Not giving Kareena a second to recover, Ameesha got her hands across Kareena’s face and raked viciously, blinding the taller brunette. Kareena cried out and tried to pull away, but Ameesha got her by the hair and yanked her around to face her. Eyes blazing with hate, Ameesha only voiced a low growl as she doubled Kareena over and trapped her in a Standing Headscissors. Wrapping her arms around Kareena’s bruised waist, Ameesha inverted her prey and sat down, spiking Kareena’s head into the wood with a Pile Driver. Relishing the thud her prey’s head made against the palette, Ameesha muscled Kareena onto the canvas and went for the cover, only to be denied the “THREE!” at the last second. Breathing heavily, Ameesha stood up and grabbed the palette before tossing the splintered object out of the ring. Putting a foot on Kareena’s chest in an imperious show of conquest, Ameesha spat, “Now it’s my turn at the toy chest bitch!”
Leaving her spot, Ameesha exited the ring and headed to the crate. Eyeing each tool with care, she chose something she knew would hurt her rival very much (after all, she had experienced the pain this object could cause first hand). Turning back to the ring, Ameesha wrapped a length of the leather strap around her hand and climbed through the ropes, stalking over to the recovering Kareena. Pulling the taller brunette to a sitting position, Ameesha took a step back and then brought her whip slicing down, cracking it nastily across Kareena’s back. Kareena cried out and tried to cover up only to have Ameesha follow, bringing the leather up and down over and over as she tattooed the pale brunette with a crisscross of stinging red welts.
Stopping for a moment to rest her arm, Ameesha stalked around her crawling enemy and said coldly, “I want you to understand something. You CANNOT out vicious me. I know you think that if you just hurt me back I’ll wither and fall at your feet begging for mercy, but that couldn’t be more wrong. Everything you hit me with just gives me more motivation to tear you apart, so go ahead and do your worst. I promise I’ll do mine.”
She concluded this threat with a massive lashing across Kareena’s shoulders, the force of the blow driving the other brunette off her hands and knees and face first into the mat. Feeling her arm beginning to tire from using the strap so much, Ameesha tossed it aside and pulled Kareena to her feet before applying a Front Face Lock. Slinging Kareena’s near arm over her shoulders, Ameesha hooked the tights and lifted up, holding Kareena inverted above her. Kareena one to delay the inevitable, Ameesha sat down fast, driving the top of Kareena’s skull into the mat with a Brainbuster. Rolling to her feet, Ameesha thought about going for the pin and then decided against it. She wanted there to be no question in anyone’s mind about who was the better woman when this match was over. Leaving Kareena to recover in whatever way she could, Ameesha again left the ring for the dark comfort offered by the box.
Scanning the contents, her eyes settled across a burlap sack and Ameesha was intrigued. Grabbing the bag, she peered inside. When she looked up, the smile on her face radiated so much malevolence it was hard to look at. Walking over to the apron, she tossed the bag in and rolled under the bottom rope. Standing up, she reached carefully into the bag and pulled her prize free, holding it aloft for everyone to see. The normally bloodthirsty audience actually quieted a bit when they saw that Ameesha was holding a half spool of barbed wire. Turning her attention back to the matter at hand, Ameesha made sure that Kareena was still incapacitated (she was) before going to the edge of the ring and unspooling the wire. Working quickly but carefully, Ameesha wrapped the wire around the top rope, encircling the whole cable in a few loose coils of the evilly pointed metal. Finishing her work with a big smile, Ameesha turned back to Kareena who was only now getting to her knees. Not wanting to give Kareena another second’s worth of peace, Ameesha strutted over and pulled the wounded foe to her feet.
Grabbing her by the wrist, she leaned into her victim’s ear and cooed, “Betcha didn’t know an Irish Whip could hurt so much. Let’s illuminate your ignorance shall we?”
Simultaneous with her last word, she whipped Kareena towards the wire as hard as she could, a ferocious leer crossing her face as Kareena barely managed to turn her back into the barbs. Kareena hit the wire and screamed in pain, the barbs digging into her back and arms in several places. None of the cuts were very deep or serious, but there were a whole lot of them and they did hurt like hell. Standing on spaghetti legs, Kareena was still trying to pull free of the wire when Ameesha hurled forward and left her feet, slamming both boots into Kareena’s chest with a Dropkick. Now Ameesha’s Dropkick was something to sneeze at, but add in the barbed wire and it was downright sadistic. Kareena was driven back even further against the rope, this latest assault opening up several fresh gouges on her almost bare back. If there was a mercy here, it was that Kareena was able to stumble forward and drop to her knees before collapsing on her face, finally free of the wire’s metal thorns. Feeling stronger than she had during any match in her career, Ameesha sauntered over to Kareena and stood over the fallen enemy, one leg on either side of her waist. Ending down, Ameesha ran her hands through the blood on Kareena’s back and then brushed it across her own torso, some crude callback to the times of tribal war paint.
Looking out at the crowd, her eyes blazed as she said, “It’s almost time to finish this bitch like last time!”
Finished with her proclamation she reached down and pulled Kareena to her feet. Standing face to face with her crippled adversary, Ameesha bent at the knees and then leapt into the air, scissoring her legs around Kareena’s head at the apex of her momentum. She meant to twist back and toss Kareena with a Hurricanrana, but as she began to pull back, Kareena shot her arms up and wrapped them tightly around Ameesha’s thighs, holding her in place. Ameesha’s confidant sneer was replaced with a troubled grimace as she tried to free herself from Kareena’s grip. Her expression got even less confident when she realized that Kareena was marching her towards the center of the ring, directly over the fallen ladder. Her eyes bulged in shock and she made one last effort to free herself, but Kareena was letting her go of her own accord, slamming the trapped rival down full force in a jury rigged Powerbomb. The back of Ameesha’s head and her upper back took most of the impact, the force of the slam actually bending a few of the steps on the device. Ameesha uttered a high-pitched shriek and arched her back, only to have Kareena deliver a hard-hearted stomp on her belly.
Grinding her heel into Ameesha’s navel, the bloodied brunette looked down and with hate in her eyes said, “You’re going to BLEED for me Ameesha.”
Leaving Ameesha folded up on the ladder, Kareena made a beeline for the box and heaved the doors wide, giving her a clear view of everything still inside. Looking for something especially nasty, Kareena’s gaze slid across another burlap sack, very similar to the one that held the barbed wire except that this looked much heavier. Intrigued, Kareena picked the bag up and looked inside. When she looked back up, the expression on her face was enough to freeze the blood of even the most jaded ring fan. Holding the bag to her chest, Kareena rolled under the bottom rope and got to her feet. Keeping her plan a surprise for a little while longer, she took the time to kick Ameesha off the ladder and nudge the heavy metal implement out of the ring. Convinced that Ameesha was out of it for her to commence her plan, Kareena strutted to the middle of the ring and made a show of grabbing the bottom of the bag with both hands.
In one quick motion, she turned it over and let the contests come pouring out in a glittering silver tide. Fans of retribution roared their approval as they realized Kareena had just dumped several thousand thumbtacks onto the mat. Tossing the bag aside, Kareena stalked over to Ameesha and pulled the other brunette to her feet. With both hands buried in Ameesha’ dark locks, Kareena marched her towards the tacks, positioning her so that Ameesha’s back was to the glinting points.
Sidling up behind Ameesha, Kareena slapped on a tight Waist Lock and leaned in to whisper in Ameesha’s ear, “You’re about to scream yourself hoarse for me Ameesha. And after you can’t scream I’ll use your beaten face as my throne. Get ready to worship your betters, false queen.”
Even as she was finishing up, Kareena tightened her grip and fell back, tossing Ameesha over her as she did so, hurling Ameesha into the sea of tacks with a beautifully executed Release German Suplex. The nearly bare expanse of Ameesha’s gleaming back took the majority of the landing and the Kareena’s shriek of anguish could be heard in the back rows of the arena. Tears in her eyes, Ameesha rolled out of the tacks as quickly as she could, only to find Kareena muscling her onto her back and going for the cover. With the tacks digging painfully into her skin, Ameesha put all her rage into breaking the pin and she did just that, getting free right before the final count. Pulling her victim to her feet, Kareena wasn’t about to let Ameesha rest after only one dive in the tacks.
Grabbing the brunette by the wrist, Kareena hurled her into the ropes and waited for her to get within range before bending at the waist and tossing Ameesha over her shoulder with a Back Drop. The crowd sucked in its breath as Ameesha hit the tacks again, this time from a height of several feet up. There was more wild thrashing and wailing from Ameesha, but this time Kareena didn’t go for the cover. Instead she yanked Ameesha clear of the tacks and positioned her closer to one corner. Satisfied her strategy was sound; Kareena went to the buckles and climbed to the top rope, pausing for only a moment to collect her bearings before leaping off and diving towards Ameesha with her right leg extended in front of her, a diabolical Guillotine Leg Drop.
Tragically, Kareena would have been better served if she’d stayed on the ground because Ameesha rolled clear at the last second, leaving Kareena to slam tailbone first into empty canvas. Kareena groaned and clutched at her injured rear, but her respite was short lived as a recovered Ameesha pulled her roughly to her feet. With the fires of hell burning in her eyes, Ameesha buried a boot in Kareena’s belly before trapping her in a Front Face Lock and falling backwards, slamming Kareena’s battered skull into the canvas with a quick DDT. Rolling to one knee, Ameesha took a deep breath before getting to her feet.
Sneering down at Kareena, she hissed, “You wanna try to go top rope on me? Lemme show you how it’s done dumbass. And maybe our good friend the box has something that can make it a little more interesting.”
After a swift kick to Kareena’s head to guarantee her victim’s complacency, Ameesha went to the box once more and found what she was looking for. Reaching in, she pulled out a plain old aluminum trash can and tossed it into the ring with a resounding clang. Sliding under the bottom rope, Ameesha regained her footing and grabbed the can. Stalking over to where Kareena lay in an awkward looking sprawl. Ameesha pulled the girl to a sitting position before slamming the can down on Kareena’s head, shoving the whole of her upper body into the cheap metal container. Kicking Kareena back down, Ameesha went to the corner and crawled slowly to the top rope.
Taking a break to collect herself, she looked out at the crowd and said, “Get those cameras ready losers. You’re gonna want to have this on film.”
Ameesha spread her arms and tensed her legs before leaping off the top in a beautiful front flip, that culminated with her landing back first on the trash can that contained Kareena’s top half. The AmeeshaBomb crumpled the trash can and though no one could see Kareena’s face, everyone could tell the extent of the damage by the colossal spasm that raked her body when the move connected. Everyone was quite certain that Ameesha would win the match if she could just make the cover but unfortunately for Ameesha, the maneuver had taken just as much out of her and she lay beside her motionless prey, clutching at her injured back, trying her best to alleviate some of the pain caused by her offense. Nearly fifteen seconds later, Ameesha managed to get to her knees and flop across the crushed trash can. The crowd counted along with the ref, sure that this war was finally over, only to have Kareena shock them all by rolling free of the cover right before, “THREE!”
Fighting off the agony roaring in her back (there were still several tacks embedded in her like nasty little studs) Ameesha got to her feet, unable to believe that Kareena had kicked out of her last attack. Deciding she would have to go with her last ditch effort, Ameesha left the ring and headed toward the steel steps. Ducking low, she reached under the apron and felt around for several seconds before her hand landed on what she was looking for.
Pulling her prize free Ameesha eyed the small pair of bolt cutters and said, “Gotta love the ring crew. Slip em a hundred bucks and they’ll put anything you want under here.”
Ignoring the indignant squawk of the official, Ameesha turned towards the cage door and the padlock keeping both brunettes inside. Slipping the bolt cutters open, she threaded them around the loop of the lock and squeezed tight. A few seconds later, the lock fell aside and the door swung open, allowing Ameesha to exit the cage and walk around ringside. Making her way slowly towards the announcer’s table, Ameesha picked up a mic and turned to face the ring.
Seeing that Kareena was on her knees and out of the trash can, she said, “Hey bitch, over here!” Hearing the sound of Ameesha’s voice in the mic surprised Kareena and the wounded brunette looked up, her gaze immediately focusing on the taunting Ameesha. Seeing that she had Kareena’s attention, Ameesha continued. “Looks like I’ve managed to escape the inescapable. But seeing as how this match only ends with a pin or submission, I’d like to invite your overrated, bleeding self to come and join me outside so that I may destroy you directly in front of all these people who love you so much.”
Kareena took a deep breath and pushed to her feet, grimacing at the now constant pain that ran through her ribs and back. Kareena letting her eyes leave Ameesha’s, she made her way to the edge of the ring and then slipped through the ropes. Walking towards the door, she passed by the box, which was now mostly empty. She contemplated getting a weapon but chose not to. She wanted to finish Ameesha off with her bare hands. Reaching the door of the cage she pushed it open and stalked through, now with less than a dozen feet between her and her archenemy. With the mic still in her hand, Ameesha said, “Come and get me Kareena. It’d be a shame if we didn’t get to make better use of this cage. I think it’ll be the prefect thing to grind the rest of your face of your head.”
She tossed the microphone down and beckoned Kareena in, daring her to prove her wrong. But Kareena wasn’t one to let a challenge go unanswered and she cut the space between them quickly, the two brunette’s coming together with a sweaty, snarling clench. All semblance of wrestling was gone now as both merely wanted to survive long enough to eradicate the other. But Ameesha was right in saying they’d put the cage to good use. Over the next few minutes both brunettes used the massive structure as just another weapon, slamming her rival’s face into the links repeatedly or grinding her ruthlessly against the cold metal in their ending quest to destroy the other.
During the course of this brawl, control was traded back and forth several times but it appeared as if Kareena was slowly wearing Ameesha down, not letting her get away or take a breath when Ameesha tried to create a little distance between them. And just when it appeared Kareena was in the perfect position to take total control of the contest, Ameesha reared back and planted a boot between her thighs. The low blow dropped Kareena to her knees and then to her side, the pale brunette curling into the fetal position as she guarded her injured center. Taking a breather, Ameesha knew the end was at hand, but she had vowed that she wouldn’t end this match until she had done something to Kareena that people would talk about for years to come. Resting wearily against the steel links, she looked out sat the crowd and tried to decide what to do. She was almost out of ideas when she turned around and looked up.
Seeing the top of the cage nearly twenty feet above, Ameesha’s eyes lit up as she thought, “They’ll NEVER forget this ending.”
She dug her hands into the links and began to climb up, scaling the structure slowly but surely. The crowd couldn’t believe what they were seeing but they cheered wildly when Ameesha reached the top of the structure. Standing on the edge of the cage, Ameesha looked over and saw Kareena getting to her feet. Kareena looked around for her foe and didn’t gaze up until she heard the roar of the crowd. Craning her neck upward, she saw Ameesha standing on the top of the cage, leering down at her with a confident smirk. Sighing deeply, Kareena set her hands into the links and began to climb up the cage as well.
Watching from another side of the ring, the weary ref muttered, “Shit.” and began to climb as well, knowing full well that they would have his head if the deciding move was delivered up there and he wasn’t there to document it. Several seconds later, he tossed himself onto the top of the cage just in time to see Kareena and Ameesha square off for the last time.
Walking carefully across the tightly stretched steel links, Ameesha said, “I’ll give you this, you do fight for what you believe in.”
Kareena circled her nemesis and responded, “Well if it’s any consolation, you’re an even nastier bitch than I thought you were.”
Ameesha smiled, all malice and poison sugar. “Thanks. But now we end this!”
Kareena nodded and Ameesha lunged at her with claws aimed at her face. Kareena surged forward to meet the charge, but she met it with a raised knee right to Ameesha’s crimson trunks. Ameesha gasped and doubled over as Kareena trapped her in a Standing Headscissors and wrapped her arms around Ameesha’s waist.
Pulling her foe into position, Kareena whispered, “And here’s how it ends...not with a bang, but a whimper.”
She sat out, driving Ameesha’s head into the steel with her Sit-Out Pile Driver. Ameesha groaned and flopped onto her back, finally having been busted open herself by the callous metal of the cage. Kareena wasted no time in going for the cover and despite unorthodox location of their battleground, the ref was in perfect position to make the count. He knelt and slapped the mat once, twice, thre… Ameesha managed to get a shoulder off the steel. In a state akin to shock, Kareena thought long and hard about her next move before settling on a course of action. Grabbing hold of Ameesha’s left ankle, Kareena was getting ready to spin around and lock in the Figure Four Leg Lock when Ameesha’s hand flashed up and raked across her face. Blinded, Kareena staggered back, but caught herself, being very careful not to get too close to the edge of the cage. Her vision was clearing when Ameesha buried a boot in her gut.
Doubled over and retching, Kareena was easy pickings as Ameesha wrapped her up in a Standing Headscissors. Laying her hands on the damp expanse of Kareena’s butt, Ameesha gave her opponent’s briefs a brutal tug, baring most of her backside with the hard hearted wedgie. Wrapping her arms around Kareena’s waist, Ameesha took a deep breath and said, “Prepare to go into exile Kareena.”
Pulling up, she lifted the hated rival girl into position for a traditional Powerbomb. With Kareena’s legs hanging limply on either side of her head, Ameesha pushed up and out on the other brunette’s legs, sending them trailing out behind her. With Kareena‘s head now much closer to Ameesha’s hands, Ameesha grabbed Kareena’s head and sat down hard, just as gravity began to kick in. Kareena was driven face and chest first into the top of the cage, the latest name to be victimized by Ameesha’s Beautiful Letdown. Pushing Kareena’s unresisting bulk onto her back, Ameesha hooked a leg and waited for the count. She went absolutely mad with rage and incredulity when Kareena managed to kick her off before the 3.
Roaring her fury at the ref and everyone in within the sound of her voice, Ameesha hauled Kareena up and set her in position for a second Letdown. She was about to commence the move when Kareena lifted up with all her remaining strength and tossed her over, letting Ameesha land painfully on the steel with a desperation Back Drop. Wiping blood from her eyes, Ameesha groaned and got to her feet just as Kareena was getting to hers. A snarl issued from deep inside her as she locked eyes with Kareena one last time. She was about to speak when Kareena cut her off.
Speaking in a rough voice little more than a whisper, Kareena challenged, “If you wanna be the winner of this match so bad, come an’ take it from me.”
“Gladly!” Ameesha growled.
She exploded forward, leaving her feet and soaring towards her target with a Dropkick. But at the last second, Kareena stepped aside and Ameesha went hurling by her, everyone in the audience gasping sharply as she landed only a few inches short of the edge.
Dropping to one knee, Kareena waited as Ameesha got to her feet. Trying to shout over her myriad aches and pains, Kareena thought “You’ve gotta finish it now. There’s nothing else you can hit her with to keep her down.” Another interior voice spoke up and said,“You may never wrestle again if you go through with this.” Gritting her teeth, Kareena muttered, “So be it.”
She sprinted forward just as Ameesha was turning to face her. If it had been much earlier in the match, Ameesha might have been able to avoid the attack, but as tired as she was, she could do nothing more than watch in horrified shock as Kareena’s spear caught her around the waist and knocked them both off the cage. For both of them there was the briefest sensation of weightlessness and then they were falling fast, hurling towards the ground in a suicide plunge that ended when they obliterated the announcer’s table with an ear splitting CRASH!
For a moment there was dead silence and then the ‘HOLY SHIT!’ chants started, roaring over everything else in the arena. From his perch on the top of the cage, the horrified ref looked towards the ramp and threw up the X, signaling to get the medics and other officials down here as quickly as possible. Perhaps to make up for several instances of dubious officiating over he course of the match, the rest of the zebras appeared almost immediately, being closely tailed by a group of medics carrying a matching pair of stretchers. Reaching the shattered remains of the table, the officials and medics cleared away enough of the debris to get at Kareena and Ameesha, the two enemies lying silently beside one another, their breathing shallow and rapid. Getting out of the way, the refs let the medics do there job and less than two minutes later, both girls had been carted onto the stretchers and was being wheeled up the ramp amidst a standing ovation from the crowd.
While being carried away Ameesha opened her eyes fro a moment and didn’t know where she was. Her last thought was of Kareena charging her and then…nothing
“Dammit!” she thought. “How’d it end? If I’m being carted away, does that mean that bitch beat me? Goddammit how did it end?” she thought; but then she turned her head slowly and saw Kareena was on a gurney beside her.
Perhaps even more important, Kareena’s eyes were open and when she saw Ameesha, those orbs simmered with the same anger Ameesha knew she was radiating. Her eyes narrowed and the Kareena managed to mouth two words to her nemesis.
The two words were, “Not over.”
Kareena nodded the tiniest bit and mouthed it back, then both of them were gone in the depths of unconsciousness, neither to awaken for several hours in a hospital room in town. Interestingly enough, the first thing both asked for after they woke up was a tape of the match…neither of them could remember very well what had happened, but deep inside both wanted to settle the unsettled score.
