Post by hawkeye on Oct 11, 2021 0:13:16 GMT
With Amara Singh securing a stranglehold on the World Championship and taking it into tonight’s final FAWNamania match, Commissioner Bethany Christian takes the unusual measure of making her challenger top secret. With the matches whittled to one, the Big One, the crowd murmurs with anticipation, the assembled on the edge of their seats to see who would be given the Golden Ticket against the Empress.
With Dayna Erza salting away the next challenge of the Bollywood Bombshell for All Hallows’ Evil earlier in the night with her impressive win against Pandora, surely tonight’s foe would be a statuesque, powerful rival who would give the Israeli Powerhouse problems if by chance she somehow pulls off the upset against the Subcontinental Siren.
So when Katy Perry’s California Gurls emerges from the Tron, the crowd rises as one with surprise, delight and perhaps, in the back of their minds, trepidation. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=F57P9C4SAW4 )
Marks and casuals alike erupt in a cascade of cheers, knowing well their beloved auburn-haired favorite is not only cleared to wrestle but for revenge against Singh’s summer demolition of her and her Greater Good partners.
Having adopted the enduring Golden State Wrestling icon back into the FAWN fold, the assembled wait with bated breath. Despite her previous failure to unseat Amara, one that led to a considerable hospitalization, the redhead’s imminent arrival stirs something deep in her many admirers…HOPE!
Even the biggest fan of the California Angel would have a hard time imagining how far she’s come on the final lap of her wondrous career. Though to be fair to future FAWN Hall of Famers, most of O’Neal’s wonderment took place as the face of Golden State Wrestling, a level most considered beneath her current organization. But the redhead’s decision to leave as a legend on the Left Coast and attempt to prove herself in the bigs as her wrestling clock ticks down is part of the marvel.
And now, she has a second chance to take down the woman who’s become the picture of FAWN dominance, a second chance to become FAWN’s champion of the world.
One could almost hear Vegas sportsbooks establishing the highest odds ever for a Mania World challenger, but the Orlando throng clearly doesn’t care.
Adoration flowing freely, the redhead emerges and takes a jaunty stance on the upper stage, hands on hips, deferential to the ovation. The assembled greet FAWN’s former Artemis loudly, O’Neal not blossoming into a star until she left for the LA-based fed but now a shining light in the organization that originally chewed her up and spat her out.
COLLEEN O’NEAL
The Sunshine State’s version of the Angel’s Choir cheers the Bay Area native to the ring as Colleen enters her classic sprint. The long-time face of the Golden State dashes to the squared circle, sliding in under the bottom rope and popping to her feet, absorbing the ovation and clapping and waving in return, seemingly no ill effects from her Amara-induced hospital stay.
The prodigal daughter takes a lap of the FAWN ring. The auburn-haired veteran beams from ear to ear, reveling in another magnificent moment she never thought likely to see.
O’Neal makes as though she will be clasping the biggest of FAWN belts around her waist, lifting the decibels further as the crowd considers the odds of the upset.
Garbed in her iconic tight spandex one-piece, halved in pink and sky blue with pink boots to mid-thigh and silver fingerless gloves, the Cali native seems ready for her surprising second chance to the top of women wrestling’s premiere promotion in what some thought would be the twilight of her profession.
Gear: ( www.dollskill.com/halloween-sexy-wrestling-champ-costume-set-pink-turquoise.html?gclid=Cj0KCQiAt_PuBRDcARIsAMNlBdr_8wE5qC_kyeTo6lFLvIAIVfi-oFHrA_YlWbDRyxEebaPXuRlroFIaAmIzEALw_wcB without the ‘belt’ ) .
The ring announcer waits for the music to fade to break through the ovation.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is for the FAWN WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! Standing 5’ 3” inches tall and weighing in at 114 pounds. From San Francisco, the auburn-haired artist, the California Angel…Colleen O’Neal!”
The beloved Cali native bows to her reborn Choir, face flushing with excitement, the GSW icon ready to establish that status on FAWN’s grandest stage.
The FAWNatics don’t have to wait long for their World Champion, as the captivating groove of Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull’s "Exotic” breaks through the cheers for the challenger, heralding the imminent arrival of the gilded Subcontinental Siren.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU ).
The focus of all eyes, including O’Neal’s, move to the stage.
Materializing is a set of musclebound men clad in gold loin clothes and sandals. They carry their golden-brown royal. Excited yet repulsed by the appearance of the Empress, the despicable Singh draws the enmity of nearly every arena occupant.
AMARA SINGH
The behemoths carry the ornate bed where upon the Bombshell lies. As the ‘exotic’ grappler is carried toward the ring on the curious conveyance, the FAWNatics batter her with boos.
Having destroyed her ex-manager Portia VanBuren, ejecting Fortune’s Favorite from the organization once and for all, Singh makes the trip without management. She seemingly enjoys all the hatred being directed at her, not having to share it with the has-been who shared in her glory as well.
At the head of the palanquin lies FAWN’s top prize; the championship belt. The copper-skinned beauty slides a bare foot beneath it, raises the tawny stem and the belt slides down and into her grasp. Amara writhes seductively on her cushioned platform to the sound of the catchy beat with it clasped tight within an embrace.
Below, the men’s gaze never leaves the ring, oblivious to the outstretched hands of the fans and the movements of the bronzed, ebony-haired grappler above.
The announcer greets the spectacular arrival of the Subcontinent’s most acclaimed warrior.
"And her opponent! Standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 133 pounds from Cawnpore, India…the Empress…the Bollywood Bombshell…AND THE FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…AMARA SINGH!"
Having reached their destination, the men lower the palanquin until it’s even with the apron. Singh gracefully slides from bedside to ringside. Amara slips from beneath a sparkling golden robe, revealing the curvy form beneath.
The momentary striptease draws a round of rabid applause within the jeers, Singh dropping a pearly sneer upon the peasants. She moves through the ropes, taking center stage.
Amara is clad in her iconic and lavishly designed, gold bra with matching gold and red, lacy harem pants, her feet bare. Singh’s raven tresses fall just past her shoulders in wild waves, dark copper skin glowing under the lights. The Bombshell raises a microphone to her full rosy lips, then sneers as the crowd readies an attempt to drown her out.
“Shut your mouths, peasants,” the Bombshell demands. The crowd decides otherwise. The champion waits out most until gracing them with her husky voice.
“Really. You bring back the woman who claims to represent Good when, for your sake, I took her out of FAWN for your own good.’
Singh waits for the angry rumble to dissipate.
“This moment could have been so much better. I can be historic with the appropriate opponent. With this little peasant, I can only teach. I cannot entertain. But if Christian wants me to dispense with a lesson to this redheaded stepchild and her sad supporters, I suppose that’s what I’m tasked to do.”
Sneering at their jeers, the Bollywood Bully drops the mic and moves to her corner where she hands over the ultimate accessory to a FAWN attendant for safe keeping while she again dismantles the Angel.
Regarding the challenger with a mix of sardonic amusement and disgusted incredulity, Amara Singh strode forth with the clang of the bell to once again prove herself as the guiding force of FAWN. As for the Ginger Genius, she nodded a final thanks to the roaring crowd, though she never let her eyes leave the Empress. After a moment to calm the worst of the butterflies, she headed out to meet the World Champion.
“Is this how my reign will be defined?” Singh snarled as O’Neal closed in. “Dismissing pretender after pretender after pretender? First it was the false champion and now, once again, the false angel flits into my presence as if I hadn’t almost ended her career the first time we NNNHHHHH!”
Colleen stepped up and CRAAACKED Singh across the chest with a Knife-Edge Chop that brought the whole arena to their feet! “Almost ended.” O’Neal noted as the wide-eyed brunette pressed a hand to her stinging décolletage. “Almost is the key word there, Amara. It means you didn’t get the job done. It means you couldn’t get the job do--”
Singh pounced on the veteran only to come up empty when Coleen twisted ‘round behind and caught a Waistlock. The Bollywood Bombshell immediately threw an elbow over her right shoulder, but it turned out to be unnecessary because O’Neal broke the grip so she could drop to her knees and snatch the champ’s ankles instead. Amara sneered, tried to wrest free of the challenger’s grip and found herself taking an awkward trip to the deck instead, Singh’s chin bouncing off the canvas with a teeth-rattling CLACK! The Empress made it to all fours at once only to find herself returned to the canvas when O’Neal grabbed another Waistlock and barreled over onto her back, thus forcing the brunette to do the same. Just like that the tricksy redhead bridged onto her tiptoes in a deft effort to claim Amara’s gold with a blink and you’ll miss it…
GROUNDED WAISTLOCK PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LF_M38dARco
ONE…
TWO…
Singh popped free simultaneous with ’TWO!’ and swung a huge Haymaker at the insufferable peas--’OOOOOHHHH!’ from the ’Mania throng when Colleen hooked the champ’s arm and spun under it to go back to back with Singh. In the next instant she hopped up, hooked her shins across Amara’s thighs and swung through her splayed legs to put the brunette flat on her back! Caught in the beautiful glow of a Golden State Sunset, Singh wriggled frantically even as O’Neal bore down on her upturned haunches for the…
GOLDEN STATE SUNSET:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hdJSwsBlXRk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Another narrow escape for the Empress as Amara tore loose and returned to verticality while Nick Castle raised two fingers for the disappointed FAWNatics. Colleen wasn’t disappointed though, in fact she seemed to be operating on a whole ‘nother level as she intercepted the rising brunette with a quick Kneelift to the noggin before Amara could fully regain her feet! Singh staggered, started to rise up and got drawn right back down by a Front Facelock. From there she hooked a leg behind Amara’s right knee and drew her back and down in a Small PackNO!
The Bollywood Bombshell sank into a deep crouch to stop the pin in its tracks, then made Colleen pay for the encroachment by pounding half a dozen punches into the redhead’s midsection. Now it was O’Neal trying to create some separation and Singh denying her efforts by securing a Front Facelock of her own. Strengthening her hooks with a healthy handful of the challenger’s one-piece, Amara gathered her strength and muscled Colleen directly overhead for a Vertical Suplex. What should’ve been a quick (albeit painful) return to the canvas took quite a bit longer than expected because Singh held her burden in place until the peasant mob began to toll the seconds. Upon reaching ‘FIVE’ she pivoted slightly and went down on one knee while cruelly THWHUMPING Colleen spine-first atop the posted joint!
O’Neal jolted away like the champ was electrified, not that Amara let her get beyond hair-snatching distance. Drawing the suffering veteran close, Singh slid into a domineering Crossbody that set one hand against O’Neal’s tummy and the other against the side of her face. As timely with this count as he was the earlier efforts, Castle swooped into place and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
Colleen lifted a shoulder just after ‘TWO!’, her resilience earning a cheer from FAWN and GSW loyalists alike.
Amara didn’t count herself among either number, but she didn’t look the slightest bit out of countenance as she filled her hands with the redhead’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather. “Leverage and luck are your only options against me, peasant.” Singh noted following a dismissive slap brushed across the veteran’s mouth. “And the relentless march of time has ensured you don’t have enough of eith--”
O’Neal swatted the brunette’s grip away, laced both hands behind Amara’s chin and lowered her head in search of a Jawbreak-- “HRRRGGGHHHH!” The Bollywood Bombshell wrapped her arms around Colleen’s waist and squeezed hard enough to put the Ginger Genius up on tiptoe!
“As I was saying,” Singh hoisted O’Neal off the mat entirely and proceeded to shake her like a rag-doll, “you couldn’t beat me at your very best and you damned sure can’t beat me--”
THWHAP!
Colleen stretched her arms out at her sides and clapped her hands together behind Singh’s head to box the brunette’s ears with a textbook Bell Ringer! The blow couldn’t break the Bear Hug, it did however set the veteran back on her feet and that was victory enough to draw back her hands for a second Bell--“AAUUGHHH!” O’Neal’s escape attempt collapsed in a single stroke when Amara bodied her skyward, then went down on one knee to skewer the challenger’s crotch with an Inverted Atomic Drop!
“Another failed attempt, that must be troubling.” Singh chuckled to Colleen as she felt the smaller wrestler’s legs give way. “I wonder which will give out first? Your spirit? Or your spine?”
“You couldn’t break ‘em even if you tried.” Colleen groaned. “Not even on your best daWHOOOAAAHH!”
Amara stood up and slung the redhead over her right shoulder like she was nothing more than a bag of leaves. “That’s just it, peasant.” Singh taunted as she sauntered around the squared circle. “This ISN’T my best day, not even close. And it’s still more than enough to end this farce of a comeback!” To prove her point she shifted Colleen a little farther down her back for what could’ve been a Spinebuster or Alabama Slam. Yet no one was particularly surprised when the Empress whipped her prey forward and dropped to one knee so that O’Neal landed spine-first across that brutal bronze post!
SINGH’SHOT BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xUFYuJSR_0
Colleen bounced off and rolled away in lolling tumble that ended less than two feet from the edge of the ring. Give her credit, the challenger started to rise rather than roll out of the ring, though that reprieve might’ve been the wiser option considering how quickly Singh stomped over, straddled her hips and THUMPED a Bollywood Butt Bomb into the small of her aching spine!
“Get up! Get up, peasant!” Amara swiped her rump over Colleen’s aching spine even as she snatched a double handful of hair. “You wanted another shot at the Golden Empress? Then get up and take it!”
O’Neal tried, but couldn’t do as bade until Singh got up and assisted with several rude yanks. Marching the veteran over to the nearest corner, Amara BWUNGED her forehead into the top turnbuckle three times in rapid succession. It would’ve been four if the redhead’s knees hadn’t given way, not that this penance meant any relief from the pain. Raising both hands to indicate a clean break, Amara whipped around, grabbed onto the top rope in both hands and thrust her hips into the back of Colleen’s skull, which in turn drove her face into the middle turnbuckle.
“Hide your face all you like, peasant.” Singh said with a delighted sneer. “There is no escaping the shame tonight.”
With that she dipped her knees and began to work her hips in taut little figure eights, this malicious inversion of the Harem Shake treating poor Colleen to some extremely aggressive ass-brasion!
While the initial dominance of the Empress might have been what most FAWNatics were expecting, they didn’t have to like it, and they let Singh know with a resounding chorus of boos at her attempt to humiliate O’Neal.
The sentimentality of watching a recovered Colleen pump up the crowd prior to a World Title match at Mania was quickly spinning into a reality the California Angel was hard pressed to stop. And after getting her fill of the inverted Harem Shake, Amara flipped the script and her body and pumped away with a reversed Bronco Buster, thumping Colleen’s features into the buckle a full ten times with her pelvic thrusts before Castle’s tardy count brings the demeaning display to an end.
The Bollywood Bully dismounted and motioned to the dazed member of the Greater Good, showing the redhead off as if she’s a ‘Price is Right’ model.
“Really Christian?” Amara asked, turning to the nearest lens. “This was a good idea? You got your pre-match pop for this sad never-was, but now you’re going to get a simple, straightforward beat-down in the biggest match of the year.”
Singh shook her head and snatched a handful of fiery locks, pulling the bleary-eyed fan favorite to her feet. She stood O’Neal up and shoved her deeper into the corner, then mounted the middle ropes. Pulling Colleen’s head back by her auburn locks, the Empress went to work with another ten-spot, pounding away with closed right fists until Castle brought an end to the battering.
Amara hopped down from her perch, raising her hands in mock innocence, then latched onto a wrist and violently tugged the Angel into a Short-Arm Clothesline that threatened to remove the veteran’s head from her body. The back of her skull hammered off the thinly-sheathed plywood, O’Neal bouncing up to a seat, her baby blues glazed from the dual impacts, not to mention the previous abuse.
The domineering Singh dropped to a knee behind the struggling Colleen, raised a pointed elbow and pounded it into the crown of the redhead’s skull a half dozen times, the champion’s plan apparently to leave the Ginger Genius a concussed mess with which she could toy.
“At least Portia had some credentials, even if they were as old as dirt,” Singh hissed in O’Neal’s ear, the challenger seemingly too shellshocked to take offense. “You’re just a feel-good story who earned a going-away present.”
Amara rose and raced to the ropes in front of the Golden State Wrestling icon and returned with a Soccer Kick poised. She swung the boot toward Colleen’s chin, but O’Neal dropped to the canvas and the kick sailed over. The challenger reached overhead to encircle an ankle and pulled the off-balance Singh off her feet, the Empress tumbling into a Cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Amara powered out of the makeshift pinning predicament, scrambling to her feet and stomping O’Neal before the challenger could make it there. Energized by the near-fatal mistake, the Subcontinental Siren yanked the Angel to her feet, scooped an arm between her foe’s abbreviated, ivory stems, and launched Colleen onto her right shoulder, in prime slamming position.
Singh showed her strength by surging forward with her cargo several steps before PLANTING O’Neal’s spine to the canvas with an enhanced Body Slam that had the redhead arching in pain from the ring-rattling landing.
The golden-brown gladiator passed on a pin, instead hovering over the grimacing Angel and admiring her handiwork. When Colleen reached hands and knees, Amara moved to a forward-facing, straddling stance and delivered a brusque Butt Bomb to O’Neal’s lower vertebrae, Colleen collapsing to the canvas, flat on her chest.
“Have we had enough of this farce?” Singh shouted to the crowd.
The audience was evidently unhappy with the disrespect showed their Angel, leveling a hearty round of jeers at the arrogant Amara.
The Empress responded by settling into a familiar crouch over a facedown opponent’s spinal column. She collected Colleen’s right arm and posted it over her right knee, the fans grumbling as they could see the end in sight, their favorite about to be Clutched to her ruin.
But before the Empress could get the left arm similarly situated, O’Neal spun to her back while latching onto the champ’s right leg. In the process, she tugged Amara off her feet and, as Singh tumbled over the top and the redhead clung to her newly captured limb, Colleen rolled to her feet. Positions exchanged, the ivory-skinned, San Fran native locked a Scissors around Amara’s lower limb and savagely twisted her ankle. Suddenly stuck in a nasty Legbar, the arrogance drained from the champ’s face and she frantically clawed toward the ropes.
The Ginger Genius tried to unscrew Amara’s leg from her hip with the Scissors and the Ankle Lock, perfect pearlies gritting as she went about her job, ignoring the curses and threats of retribution from the Empress. The California Angel blurted out a simple “Ask her!” and Castle did, barely avoiding the Bollywood Bombshell’s bared claws in the process.
Missing Nick, Singh sank them back into the canvas and slowly drew herself to the ropes, wrapping a palm around the bottom cable after a good quarter-minute of torture from the stubborn, scrappy challenger.
Colleen reacted promptly to Amara’s shriek of “LEMMMEGO!” Uncoiling from around her foe and popping to her feet. The rise proved too quick for the battered brain matter and O’Neal listed into the ropes to her side to stay upright. She gave her noggin a rattle that seemed to clear most of the fog from her cerebellum.
“Get up.”
The Greater Good’s key acquisition kept it simple, but apparently those two words were the most insulting demand Singh had ever heard. Using the ropes to pull to vertical, Amara limped away from their safety.
“You don’t realize what pain you’ve caused yourself, peasant.”
She lurched awkwardly at O’Neal and the Angel showed someone approaching forty could still be fast on the draw, impaling Amara’s bronzed midriff with a Toe Kick to the navel. Quickly collecting Singh’s lowered head in a Front Facelock, Colleen laid out, SPIKING Amara’s forehead into the deck with a crisp DDT.
But when Singh’s defiance quickly had the Indian back to all fours, the Ginger Genius decides to apply a bit more force to get her pin-fall and reach the dream of FAWN’s World Championship.
The redhead raced to the ropes at Singh’s side and rebounded at full speed, tracking on the shellshocked Empress. Reaching Amara, the Angel flew past in a front flip, snatching the Bombshell’s braincase on the way and PLANTING the back of Amara’s skull into the canvas with a Spinning Neckbreaker.
SPINNING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAKvYcFBkbU
As Amara spread out in a lifeless starfish at the Angel’s side, Colleen, still showing after-effects from her slow start, struggled to a Crossbody pin, throwing her body perpendicular to the splayed champion, O’Neal weakly hooking the near leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The FAWNatics groaned in unison as Singh powered out with Castle’s palm a few inches from the mat, so close was their Angel to the highest honor in the preeminent organization of women’s wrestling.
The disappointment showed in Colleen’s crystal blue peepers for a moment but only that as she quickly popped to a handstand next to a groaning Amara. The crowd waited on pins and needles as the veteran held her pose for several seconds before a controlled descent that sent the points of both knees into the Bombshell’s ribs, drawing a pained ‘OOOOMMPPHH!” from the faltering titleholder.
O’Neal bounced up off Amara, the ascendant Angel turning her back on the Empress even as Singh’s legs dropped to the mat. Crouched ever so slightly, the Colleen launched herself into a gorgeous back-flip but instead of spreading out the impact in a standard tummy on tummy collision, she tucked her heels against her rump and brought both knees down on the pit of Singh’s stomach with a heavy THWHUMP!
STANDING MOONSAULT KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDELYOKi5eE
Amara’s legs shot skyward and the FAWNatics implored Colleen to hook one or both to bring an end to the brunette’s tyranny. O’Neal understood their desire but couldn’t oblige it, at least not at the moment. Swatting the champion’s gams down a heartbeat before she returned to boot-leather, the redhead backpedaled several steps, then rushed forward and took leave of the mat for a short trip to the firmament, the turning herself inside out at the apex of her ascent only to THWHAP down full force on Amara’s aching abs! The low-flying Shooting Star Press didn’t jackknife Singh’s stems like the Knee Drop had, so O’Neal hooked ‘em both and bundled Amara into a Back Press that pointed the Empress’ cheeks to the rafters for a count of…
RUNNING SHOOTING STAR PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pG0eI12P-sY
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Disappointment, but no real surprise when the obnoxiously resilient battler kicked out with a half second to spare.
Colleen didn’t share in this sentiment, indeed she looked quite pleased as she grabbed Singh by the wrist and scraped her off the mat. “How you feeling, champ? You’re sounding a little tired. Need a breather?” O’Neal chided her adversary as she put a shoulder to her sternum to force Amara into the strands.
“Hardly.” Singh grunted. “A little separation will do, your reek of desperation is almost overpowOOOFFHH!”
Colleen put a stop to the disrespect with a Broadside Kneelift across Amara’s roiling tummy. Still in possession of the Bombshell’s wrist, O’Neal took two steps back, dropped a shoulder and sent Singh across the squared circle with an Irish Whip. But rather than send the champ ahead all by her lonesome, Colleen tagged along, the Ginger Genius dogging Amara’s heels and keeping her on track with a guiding hand between the shoulders. Aware of the peasant’s presence yet unable to do a damned thing about it, Singh whipped around to come off the ropes and nearly got folded in half by another Kneelift, albeit one delivered with considerably more force.
“You better start taking this seriously, Empress.” O’Neal wasn’t teasing now, her tone was icy cold as she pulled the winded warrior away from the ropes. “Otherwise I’ll take your title and your--”
“You will take my abuse, nothing more.” Amara rasped. “You are a peasant, and as such you are entitled to--”
Colleen yanked her off the ropes for another sprint across the canvas, however, instead of going straight the challenger pivoted ninety degrees to take the both of ‘em into an adjacent set of ropes. Doing so slowed them only slightly and it ensured that Singh had far less time to craft an escape. The tactic paid immediate dividends for the Ginger Genius as her second Kneelift spiked Amara’s gut with enough force to set the sagging Subcontinental Siren on the second strand, her usually haughty glutes all shocked and sullen by O’Neal’s dramatic resurgence.
REBOUND KITCHEN SINK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xp6u-p2C3Ic
“Ropes. Ropes!” Amara hooked her free arm over the rubber-coated steel and held on tight to prevent the veteran from drawing her out. “Get this peasant off me, Castle! Your World Champion is in the ropes and she demands a clean NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Colleen silenced her with a Headbutt to the bridge of the nose that might’ve sent Singh tumbling to the floor if not for O’Neal’s persistent Wristlock and Amara’s own faltering hold on the top rope. Shooting a glance toward Castle as the ref approached, Colleen asked, “You here to make me let go, Nick?”
“Not if you get her out of the ropes right now.” he answered.
These were acceptable terms for the challenger so she took a giant step back, lowered a shoulder and hurled Singh across the squared circle with an Irish NO! Amara reached the end of O’Neal’s tether, dug in her heels and revered the momentum of the throw to send the GSW legend in her place. The additional momentum meant Colleen made the crossing in a span of heartbeats, yet her expression suggested she was far more focused than concerned. The reason for this became apparent several steps removed from the edge when she sprang from the canvas to the top rope in a single bound and launched herself backward, the California Angel twisting ‘round to catch Amara high across the chest with flawless Rebound Springboard Crossbody that sent the Empress to the deck and the FAWNatics to their feet!
REBOUND SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5tm3DoRdRQ
Colleen barreled away from Singh without trying for a cover and headed for the nearest corner while the increasingly frazzled Amara hauled herself upright. As of yet unaware that O’Neal had claimed the perch directly behind her, Singh raked the hair out of her face and shouted, “Stand and fight, peasant! Your Empress refuses to play these foolish gamNNNNGGHHHH!”
Groans of surprise (and dare I suggest sympathy?) when Colleen came hurtling off the top turnbuckle with a Missile Dropkick that THWHACKED against the back of the World Champion’s skull! Singh hit the canvas like she’d been poleaxed and now the Ginger Genius did got for a cover, O’Neal shooting the Half Nelson to get Amara onto her back for a Crossbody and the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Bollywood Bombshell shot an arm into the air to escape one predicament and in doing so volunteered for another! Catching hold of the brunette’s upraised right arm, Colleen used it to force Singh onto her stomach, then stretched the limb out and scissored it between her thighs. Amara had just enough time to wail something that sounded like ‘NO!’ before the challenger secured a S-Grip across her chin and craaaaaaaaaanked back as hard as she could!
Crossface, Colleen O’Neal to Amara Singh.
CROSSFACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u73t_aZeYYo
“TAP!” the redhead bellowed at the wailing brunette. “TAP OUT, AMARA!”
The Empress made no answer, she was too busy clawing at Colleen’s wrists and when that produced no results she set to work on the canvas. “What do you say, Amara?” Castle made sure to stay off to the side so he didn’t impede Singh’s slow, painful progress toward the ropes. “Need me to call for the bell? Tell me someth--”
“SILENCE!” Amara shrieked at the zebra. “DON’T YOU DARE TAKE SUCH A FAMILIAR TONE WITH MEEEEEAAAAARRRRHHHH STAAAAAAAHP!”
Singh couldn’t help but wail as additional torque from O’Neal had her looking up at the overhead lights. “Submit and I will.” Colleen promised. “But until you do…” she loosened the pressure only to redouble her efforts. Amara sobbed aloud and reached out with her left hand, the Empress’ usually steely resolve crumbling by the second. Yet the thunderous sound of those ‘TAP!’ chants from the disgusting peasants must’ve bolstered her in some fashion because rather than surrender she dug that talon into the mat and draaaaaaaaaaaagged their combined weight the several feet necessary to grab hold of the bottom rope!
“BREAK!” Amara shouted at once. “BREAK! BREAK! BREAK!”
O’Neal gave the Crossface a yank, then did as bade, the California Angel scrambling to verticality while Singh slid under the bottom rope. “Get back here, Empress.” Colleen reached over the strands, snagged a handful of hair and started hauling Amara upright. “Our audience isn’t through yetHHHRRRGGGHH!”
Singh twisted around in the challenger’s grasp and rammed a stiff-fingered palm thrust into the hollow of Colleen’s throat! Give the veteran credit, she let go and reeled away in an instant, unfortunately Amara managed to catch a handful of hair and drew her right back in. Collecting the redhead’s noggin in a Front Facelock, Singh reached over, grabbed onto the smaller wrestler’s waistband and let out a triumphant roar as she muscled O’Neal high overhead! Understandably concerned by the precarious positioning of both ladies, the FAWNatics didn’t even consider a count, but later review confirmed Singh kept her burden aloft for a count of five before she pivoted to one side and dropped backward to THWHUNK Colleen’s spine against the edge of the apron with a pitiless Vertical Suplex!
VERTICAL SUPLEX ON APRON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EH2lrqlpnIE
Meanwhile, Amara deftly landed bare feet to arena floor. She dramatically wiped her hands without even turning to see the result, Singh noting the Suplex’s success via aware from the sound of impact and the redhead’s pitiable mewling. Singh motioned for the crowd to bow before their Empress, stirring the FAWNatics to a new round of jeers for the organization’s queen of the hill.
Beaming at the peasants that surrounded her, the Bollywood Bombshell returned her attention to the still arched Angel, O’Neal’s features etched in pain from the landing. Amara yanked the seated Colleen off the edge of the ring, Castle yet to start his count on champion and challenger.
With the delay, the Empress decided to have some fun, aiming the Greater Good’s prize addition toward the steel barricade at the end of the ring-long runway. Singh whipped the veteran down the length, O’Neal managing to turn before she hit the unforgiving metal of the barrier. Colleen yelped in pain, her backbone again curving against the pain as she melted to her knees. Sinking her fingers into her own auburn locks, the challenger pulled to spread the pain.
An arriving Amara wrenched on the same mane for a very different reason, yanking Colleen back to her abbreviated vertical stance.
“Bow, peasant!” the Bollywood Bully demanded. “Show me the respect I’m due.”
O’Neal slapped the controlling arm of Singh loose from her locks then NAILED Amara’s jaw with a forearm, rocking Singh for a moment. But the Subcontinental Siren returned with a raised knee to the gut, leaving Colleen bent and retching, her attempt to turn the tide swept away by her Indian attacker.
“You will bow,” Amara assured, “but you should do it in the ring where everyone can appreciate the end of your indulgent fantasy and the next glorious chapter of my reign.”
Amara shoved Colleen to the edge of the apron. The redhead’s vertebrae again dissected, sending agony up and down her vertically-challenged physique.
With O’Neal’s face constricting in a grimace from the collision, Singh turned and stuffed her so-called challenger back in the ring then rolled under the bottom rope to join her as Castle reached “EIGHT!”
Upon rising, Singh projected her usual arrogant countenance. And after turning a tag championship run into a superlative stretch atop the singles ranks, who could blame the Empress? Amara again sank her nails into Colleen’s fire-engine follicles as O’Neal tried to crawl away from the stalking predator. The Empress tore the fading peasant to her feet and lined her up for a blazing Chop to the clavicle that sends the Angel staggering in a backpedal, only stopped when her back bumped another set of buckles.
Singh trailed after her prey nonchalantly and when the GSW icon charged out of the buckles in an attempt at revenge, Amara absolutely LEVELED her foe with a Spinning Heel Kick to the chin that dropped Colleen like she’s been shot, O’Neal’s ivory-skinned lower limbs flying in front of her as the back of her skull THUMPED against the canvas.
Amara turned her attention to the nearest lens.
“I warned you, Christian. You wanted the feel-good story. And now you’re going to get an execution!”
The golden brown warrior strode to the demolished O’Neal, placing a bare foot atop the heaving chest of the splayed challenger. Castle dropped to the canvas, unable to hide his scorn toward the haughty pin. But he dutifully slapped the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Angel shoved a shoulder up, drawing a restless cheer from the FAWNatics, the crowd perhaps understanding the inevitable was still near.
A knowing smile creased Singh’s flawless features. She reached down with one hand, again dipping her digits into the long auburn mane of the challenger. She pulled Colleen up in stages, O’Neal’s body nearly collapsing halfway. Amara then gutted the sagging ragdoll, O’Neal bent in half in front of the champion.
“I’m sorry, Angel,” Singh informed. “Bowing won’t be enough anymore. The price has gone up. Kiss my feet!”
“Fahhhk you,” O’Neal managed at little more than a whisper.
“Such language from the Greater Goodie Goodie. Do you throw a dollar in the swear jar for that?”
Amara didn’t let her foe answer, pulling what’s left of the California Angel into a Standing Headscissors. The Bombshell flexed out of spite, jellying O’Neal’s legs but keeping her upright with a swaddling grip of Colleen’s tummy.
With a practiced ease, the Indian juggled O’Neal’s flaccid form up her body, allowing the slack redhead a seat on her shoulders, arms wrapping around the alabaster thighs of the Angel to keep her in place.
With the Mania crowd silenced and waiting for Singh to deliver, Amara showed them there’s always room to surprise. Surging forward, she crossed the canvas from one corner nearly to the opposite before heaving Colleen off her shoulders and delivering the Ginger Genius to an untimely end with a savage Buckle BollyBomb.
BUCKLE BOLLYBOMB @ 00:24
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqyrkEEWpiA
The idol of Golden State Wrestling and FAWN returnee O’Neal tottered out from the vicious impact to her spine, reaching for the base of her backbone as she lurched obliviously to a charging Amara.
The Empress nearly decapitated Colleen with the biggest of Big Boots, one without a boot, Singh’s bare foot doing the deadly damage as the crowd groaned in unison at the sight. Even Amara giggled nervously after, looking around sheepishly as if to silently Urkel-ask “Did I do that?”
She had and she took a stroll around the spreadeagled frame of the annihilated Angel, Amara taking time to decide on the proper camera angle for her Mania victory before genuflecting from the right side onto the rolling bosom of the redhead while pressing an authoritarian palm against a cheek of the unconscious O’Neal, flattening the opposite side of her foe’s face against the canvas.
“Count,” Singh commanded imperiously.
Castle did for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOO!
With the FAWNatics losing their collective shyt and Amara’s eyes bulging wide, Nick held two fingers high above the Ginger Genius whose fire had yet to be extinguished.
The Empress rose and, after seemingly realizing this must be the ref’s fault and not the steel will of her foe, got in Castle’s grill, demanding an explanation. That O’Neal kicked out after the attempted murder via Amara’s Sole Perfection wasn’t a viable option and that the ruined redhead could then crawl on her belly to a corner to prop herself in a seat against a buckles was all the more infuriating.
Singh pushed an insistent Castle away and turned to Colleen, the redhead’s chin dipped to her chest, O’Neal without the energy to hold her head up and thus witness her impending doom.
“Woman,” Amara growled as she turned to the slack Ginger Genius. “Not only is this match over. So is your career. Time to join Portia in assisted living.”
No answer from O’Neal, her silence earning even more ire from the disgusted champion. Storming over to the corner, Singh grabbed the challenger by the shoulder-straps and hauled her upright so she didn’t have to bend down for the cannonade of Bytch Slaps she unleashed on Colleen’s pain-slackened mug! The derisive punishment didn’t end until Castle reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count and by then the veteran’s face was almost as red as her hair.
In no mood to grant this peasant the tiniest of courtesies, Singh didn’t even feign a clean break, she simply took hold of Colleen’s wrist and sent her hurtling across the squared circle to the opposite corner. She’d fully expected O’Neal to crash and burn into some much deserved groveling before the ascendant Empress. In this she was only partially correct, as the redhead did indeed strike the corner with a low BWUUUNG that the crowd felt more than they heard. But the California Angel didn’t collapse in a facedown sprawl, she only hooked an arm over the top rope to keep herself upright. Not only that, she had the out and out GALL to extend her other hand toward the champion, beckoning Singh to come get some.
That was all the invitation Amara needed, she raced across the canvas and left her feet for an Avalanche SplNO!
O’Neal raised both knees and braced for an impact that crushed her that much deeper into the corner while simultaneously blowing the air from Singh’s lungs! Breathless but still very much upright, the Subcontinental Siren stumbled away and took a few deep breaths before rounding on her heel for another go at the resilient redhead. No charge this time, she just stomped up, grabbed a handful of hair and--“NNNNNGGGHHH!” Colleen hooked her right arm around the champ’s chest and left shoulder, snatched hold of her waistband with the other hand, then snapped down and back to BOUNCE Amara’s forehead off the middle buckle with a Turnbuckle Ginger Snap!
TURNBUCKLE GINGER SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ct_1--9NTeA
This deft show of defensive wizardry left Amara on her knees with one cheek resting against the rough canvas of the pad, a position that O’Neal herself had occupied much earlier in the match. Not that the Heavenly Choir had forgotten what Singh did to their heroine and they urged Colleen to return the treatment in kind. A delighted roar from the crowd as O’Neal did indeed limp out beyond the center of the ring, one that grew even louder when the challenger hit the afterburners and shot back to her corner. But rather than unleash something tawdry the redhead went full divine smite by hopping onto the second rope even as she THWHUNKED the point of her right knee into the back of Amara’s skull!
CORNER FACING RUNNING KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlVcI6cuviA
Singh shuddered like a ship racked in a gale and collapsed even farther to wind up with her chest pressed snug to the bottom buckle. Somewhere high above, Colleen clung to the top rope and took several deep, steadying breaths. Eventually her gaze drifted to Singh’s feet as though the challenger meant to drag her foe out into deep water, so the FAWNatics were rather surprised when she planted a boot between Singh’s shoulders en route to mounting the second rope.
Dropped into a deep crouch, O’Neal bounced in place once, twice, thrice before leaping up and coming down full force with every ounce of her hundred and fourteen pounds with a Double Stomp to Amara’s upper back! “UUUUNNNNGGGGGGHHH!” the already raspy Empress shouted in pain as the canvas-wrapped steel ring ground against her sternum. “Ruuuhhh…ropes!” she wheezed. “ROPES, DAMN YOU! GET HER OFFHHHNNNNGGGHHH!” Colleen hopped up for a second and third Double Stomp, there might’ve been more if Castle hadn’t agreed with the World Champ.
CORNER DOUBLE STOMPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxuW40myKlI
“Let’s get it out of the corner, ok Colleen?”
O’Neal raked a hand through her hair before nodding to the zebra. “Sure, Nick. But I’m not sure if Princess Amara here is will--”
“That’s EMPRESS, you bytch!” Singh bellowed as she clambered to her feet once the redhead jumped off. “It’s a title that you will never achieve, let alone forGGGGNNHHH!”
Colleen smote Amara across the back of the head with a Forearm Smash that would’ve sent her toppling to the floor if not for the ropes! Bodying her way past the Bombshell to claim a position on the second strand, O’Neal drew Amara into a Front Facelock, then leapt off and twisted around, the GSW legend bringing the whole arena to their feet as she SPIKED the crown of Amara’s skull with a beautiful Tornado DDT! Sprawled out flat with no ropes in easy reach, Singh looked far from regal as Colleen pounced on her and hooked the far leg for a deafening count of…
TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNrcxQ4PreU
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Bollywood Bombshell shot an arm into the air, dashing the peasant’s hopes as quickly as Colleen had rallied them. Undiscouraged, despite the fact that her heart was beating so hard it felt like it might just catch fire, O’Neal pounded her palms against the mat over and over to bring the crowd back to her banner. It didn’t take long for the rafters to echo with her name and that’s when the California Angel helped herself to the Empress’ hair to haul her up for the next round of divine jus--“AAARRRGGGHH!”
Amara raaaaaaaaked the veteran’s face with both hands, scoring her from forehead to chin before Castle even noted the infraction! “Enough of this!” Singh shrieked after forcing the challenger’s noggin between her thighs. “Peasants or Angels, they all worship at my feet!”
Cinching her arms around O’Neal’s waist, Amara gathered her strength and flipped Colleen onto her should-- Colleen slipped loose of the Powerbomb attempt, snatched a double handful of hair and pulled down as hard as she could, the Ginger Genius assisting gravity for a Sit-Out Facebuster that THAWHAMMED Amara down on the thinly-sheathed plywood!
The force of it bounced Singh onto her knees beside the challenger, but rather than try for a cover Colleen sprang to her feet and ran the ropes on the brunette’s six. O’Neal was already airborne before the crowd fully grasped what they were seeing, but damned if they didn’t shake the foundations when the challenger caught hold of Singh’s noggin and SLAMMED it against the deck!
CALIFORNIA DREAMIN':
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUCSHaKIduE
Blasted into a stupor by O’Neal’s California Dreamin’, Amara found herself roused back to a Central Florida Nightmare when Colleen swooped around on the brunette’s left side and threaded her right leg under Singh’s chin. Just like that she cranked that leg backward and secured her shin in the pit of her left knee for a sidesaddle Figure Four Headscissors that transformed into the Golden Gate once Colleen latched onto her left ankle and puuuuuuuuuuuuulled as tight as she could!
GOLDEN GATE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOZy0eALWMg
“AAAAARRRRRRHHHH GUUUUHHHHRRRRRRK!” Amara flailed to life as O’Neal cranked back on her finisher, the redhead braced on her left forearm to put even more pressure on Singh’s neck and upper back.
“TAP!” Colleen sounded far more infernal than angelic as she shrieked at the Empress. “TAP OUT, AMARA!”
The pressure on her head and neck meant Amara couldn’t shake her head ‘no’, so she registered her resistance by clawing and gouging at the redhead’s encroaching thigh. “Hhhrrrgghhh….ghhhhrrrrk… glluuuuuhhhhh…ruuuuhhhh…release me!” Singh gurgled. “Release me, peasanTOOOOHHHHHHRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Colleen eased off for a moment only to redouble her efforts, every muscle in the redhead’s legs shredding into sharp relief as she--
Amara reached up and frantically tapped O’Neal’s knee before switching over to the mat for another round of petulant pounding!
Not daring to release the Golden Gate until the CLANG of the bell, Colleen rolled onto her back and put her face in her hands while the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… and the NEW FAWN World Champion… COLLEEN O’NEAL!”
The Ginger Genius remains splayed and sobbing at the official declaration, the reality she’s become the World Champion breaking her composure and leaving her a blubbering mess. But could there be a happier one in all of creation.
A dejected Amara wants to gather her reserves and attack, but the Golden Gate’s left her neck ravaged and the former champion can barely roll out of the ring and face the heaped scorn of the delighted fans. The bested Bombshell struggles up the ramp having lost her gold in a match that has to be classified as a HUGE upset, her face contorted in pain and confusion as she creeps backstage gingerly.
In the ring, the California Angel is in an adrenaline-infused hopping lap around the ring. The rapturous redhead stops to pluck HER championship belt from Castle and carry on with the celebration. She asks for a microphone in addition to her gold and moves to center stage.
“I can’t believe this.”
Colleen’s voice cracks under the strain of the night and the joy she’s feeling.
“This is a dream I’ve had…forever. To be the best among the best. And to do it at Mania. It’s beyond what I imagined. I can only say, I couldn’t do it without all of you. So thank you so much. Some people say I should be counting my days to retirement. I think Amara realizes I’ve got plenty left and I plan to be your World Champion a long time!”
The Ginger Genius offers every side of the arena blown kisses as the broadcast fades to black.
With Dayna Erza salting away the next challenge of the Bollywood Bombshell for All Hallows’ Evil earlier in the night with her impressive win against Pandora, surely tonight’s foe would be a statuesque, powerful rival who would give the Israeli Powerhouse problems if by chance she somehow pulls off the upset against the Subcontinental Siren.
So when Katy Perry’s California Gurls emerges from the Tron, the crowd rises as one with surprise, delight and perhaps, in the back of their minds, trepidation. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=F57P9C4SAW4 )
Marks and casuals alike erupt in a cascade of cheers, knowing well their beloved auburn-haired favorite is not only cleared to wrestle but for revenge against Singh’s summer demolition of her and her Greater Good partners.
Having adopted the enduring Golden State Wrestling icon back into the FAWN fold, the assembled wait with bated breath. Despite her previous failure to unseat Amara, one that led to a considerable hospitalization, the redhead’s imminent arrival stirs something deep in her many admirers…HOPE!
Even the biggest fan of the California Angel would have a hard time imagining how far she’s come on the final lap of her wondrous career. Though to be fair to future FAWN Hall of Famers, most of O’Neal’s wonderment took place as the face of Golden State Wrestling, a level most considered beneath her current organization. But the redhead’s decision to leave as a legend on the Left Coast and attempt to prove herself in the bigs as her wrestling clock ticks down is part of the marvel.
And now, she has a second chance to take down the woman who’s become the picture of FAWN dominance, a second chance to become FAWN’s champion of the world.
One could almost hear Vegas sportsbooks establishing the highest odds ever for a Mania World challenger, but the Orlando throng clearly doesn’t care.
Adoration flowing freely, the redhead emerges and takes a jaunty stance on the upper stage, hands on hips, deferential to the ovation. The assembled greet FAWN’s former Artemis loudly, O’Neal not blossoming into a star until she left for the LA-based fed but now a shining light in the organization that originally chewed her up and spat her out.
COLLEEN O’NEAL
The Sunshine State’s version of the Angel’s Choir cheers the Bay Area native to the ring as Colleen enters her classic sprint. The long-time face of the Golden State dashes to the squared circle, sliding in under the bottom rope and popping to her feet, absorbing the ovation and clapping and waving in return, seemingly no ill effects from her Amara-induced hospital stay.
The prodigal daughter takes a lap of the FAWN ring. The auburn-haired veteran beams from ear to ear, reveling in another magnificent moment she never thought likely to see.
O’Neal makes as though she will be clasping the biggest of FAWN belts around her waist, lifting the decibels further as the crowd considers the odds of the upset.
Garbed in her iconic tight spandex one-piece, halved in pink and sky blue with pink boots to mid-thigh and silver fingerless gloves, the Cali native seems ready for her surprising second chance to the top of women wrestling’s premiere promotion in what some thought would be the twilight of her profession.
Gear: ( www.dollskill.com/halloween-sexy-wrestling-champ-costume-set-pink-turquoise.html?gclid=Cj0KCQiAt_PuBRDcARIsAMNlBdr_8wE5qC_kyeTo6lFLvIAIVfi-oFHrA_YlWbDRyxEebaPXuRlroFIaAmIzEALw_wcB without the ‘belt’ ) .
The ring announcer waits for the music to fade to break through the ovation.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is for the FAWN WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! Standing 5’ 3” inches tall and weighing in at 114 pounds. From San Francisco, the auburn-haired artist, the California Angel…Colleen O’Neal!”
The beloved Cali native bows to her reborn Choir, face flushing with excitement, the GSW icon ready to establish that status on FAWN’s grandest stage.
The FAWNatics don’t have to wait long for their World Champion, as the captivating groove of Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull’s "Exotic” breaks through the cheers for the challenger, heralding the imminent arrival of the gilded Subcontinental Siren.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU ).
The focus of all eyes, including O’Neal’s, move to the stage.
Materializing is a set of musclebound men clad in gold loin clothes and sandals. They carry their golden-brown royal. Excited yet repulsed by the appearance of the Empress, the despicable Singh draws the enmity of nearly every arena occupant.
AMARA SINGH
The behemoths carry the ornate bed where upon the Bombshell lies. As the ‘exotic’ grappler is carried toward the ring on the curious conveyance, the FAWNatics batter her with boos.
Having destroyed her ex-manager Portia VanBuren, ejecting Fortune’s Favorite from the organization once and for all, Singh makes the trip without management. She seemingly enjoys all the hatred being directed at her, not having to share it with the has-been who shared in her glory as well.
At the head of the palanquin lies FAWN’s top prize; the championship belt. The copper-skinned beauty slides a bare foot beneath it, raises the tawny stem and the belt slides down and into her grasp. Amara writhes seductively on her cushioned platform to the sound of the catchy beat with it clasped tight within an embrace.
Below, the men’s gaze never leaves the ring, oblivious to the outstretched hands of the fans and the movements of the bronzed, ebony-haired grappler above.
The announcer greets the spectacular arrival of the Subcontinent’s most acclaimed warrior.
"And her opponent! Standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 133 pounds from Cawnpore, India…the Empress…the Bollywood Bombshell…AND THE FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…AMARA SINGH!"
Having reached their destination, the men lower the palanquin until it’s even with the apron. Singh gracefully slides from bedside to ringside. Amara slips from beneath a sparkling golden robe, revealing the curvy form beneath.
The momentary striptease draws a round of rabid applause within the jeers, Singh dropping a pearly sneer upon the peasants. She moves through the ropes, taking center stage.
Amara is clad in her iconic and lavishly designed, gold bra with matching gold and red, lacy harem pants, her feet bare. Singh’s raven tresses fall just past her shoulders in wild waves, dark copper skin glowing under the lights. The Bombshell raises a microphone to her full rosy lips, then sneers as the crowd readies an attempt to drown her out.
“Shut your mouths, peasants,” the Bombshell demands. The crowd decides otherwise. The champion waits out most until gracing them with her husky voice.
“Really. You bring back the woman who claims to represent Good when, for your sake, I took her out of FAWN for your own good.’
Singh waits for the angry rumble to dissipate.
“This moment could have been so much better. I can be historic with the appropriate opponent. With this little peasant, I can only teach. I cannot entertain. But if Christian wants me to dispense with a lesson to this redheaded stepchild and her sad supporters, I suppose that’s what I’m tasked to do.”
Sneering at their jeers, the Bollywood Bully drops the mic and moves to her corner where she hands over the ultimate accessory to a FAWN attendant for safe keeping while she again dismantles the Angel.
Regarding the challenger with a mix of sardonic amusement and disgusted incredulity, Amara Singh strode forth with the clang of the bell to once again prove herself as the guiding force of FAWN. As for the Ginger Genius, she nodded a final thanks to the roaring crowd, though she never let her eyes leave the Empress. After a moment to calm the worst of the butterflies, she headed out to meet the World Champion.
“Is this how my reign will be defined?” Singh snarled as O’Neal closed in. “Dismissing pretender after pretender after pretender? First it was the false champion and now, once again, the false angel flits into my presence as if I hadn’t almost ended her career the first time we NNNHHHHH!”
Colleen stepped up and CRAAACKED Singh across the chest with a Knife-Edge Chop that brought the whole arena to their feet! “Almost ended.” O’Neal noted as the wide-eyed brunette pressed a hand to her stinging décolletage. “Almost is the key word there, Amara. It means you didn’t get the job done. It means you couldn’t get the job do--”
Singh pounced on the veteran only to come up empty when Coleen twisted ‘round behind and caught a Waistlock. The Bollywood Bombshell immediately threw an elbow over her right shoulder, but it turned out to be unnecessary because O’Neal broke the grip so she could drop to her knees and snatch the champ’s ankles instead. Amara sneered, tried to wrest free of the challenger’s grip and found herself taking an awkward trip to the deck instead, Singh’s chin bouncing off the canvas with a teeth-rattling CLACK! The Empress made it to all fours at once only to find herself returned to the canvas when O’Neal grabbed another Waistlock and barreled over onto her back, thus forcing the brunette to do the same. Just like that the tricksy redhead bridged onto her tiptoes in a deft effort to claim Amara’s gold with a blink and you’ll miss it…
GROUNDED WAISTLOCK PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LF_M38dARco
ONE…
TWO…
Singh popped free simultaneous with ’TWO!’ and swung a huge Haymaker at the insufferable peas--’OOOOOHHHH!’ from the ’Mania throng when Colleen hooked the champ’s arm and spun under it to go back to back with Singh. In the next instant she hopped up, hooked her shins across Amara’s thighs and swung through her splayed legs to put the brunette flat on her back! Caught in the beautiful glow of a Golden State Sunset, Singh wriggled frantically even as O’Neal bore down on her upturned haunches for the…
GOLDEN STATE SUNSET:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hdJSwsBlXRk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Another narrow escape for the Empress as Amara tore loose and returned to verticality while Nick Castle raised two fingers for the disappointed FAWNatics. Colleen wasn’t disappointed though, in fact she seemed to be operating on a whole ‘nother level as she intercepted the rising brunette with a quick Kneelift to the noggin before Amara could fully regain her feet! Singh staggered, started to rise up and got drawn right back down by a Front Facelock. From there she hooked a leg behind Amara’s right knee and drew her back and down in a Small PackNO!
The Bollywood Bombshell sank into a deep crouch to stop the pin in its tracks, then made Colleen pay for the encroachment by pounding half a dozen punches into the redhead’s midsection. Now it was O’Neal trying to create some separation and Singh denying her efforts by securing a Front Facelock of her own. Strengthening her hooks with a healthy handful of the challenger’s one-piece, Amara gathered her strength and muscled Colleen directly overhead for a Vertical Suplex. What should’ve been a quick (albeit painful) return to the canvas took quite a bit longer than expected because Singh held her burden in place until the peasant mob began to toll the seconds. Upon reaching ‘FIVE’ she pivoted slightly and went down on one knee while cruelly THWHUMPING Colleen spine-first atop the posted joint!
O’Neal jolted away like the champ was electrified, not that Amara let her get beyond hair-snatching distance. Drawing the suffering veteran close, Singh slid into a domineering Crossbody that set one hand against O’Neal’s tummy and the other against the side of her face. As timely with this count as he was the earlier efforts, Castle swooped into place and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
Colleen lifted a shoulder just after ‘TWO!’, her resilience earning a cheer from FAWN and GSW loyalists alike.
Amara didn’t count herself among either number, but she didn’t look the slightest bit out of countenance as she filled her hands with the redhead’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather. “Leverage and luck are your only options against me, peasant.” Singh noted following a dismissive slap brushed across the veteran’s mouth. “And the relentless march of time has ensured you don’t have enough of eith--”
O’Neal swatted the brunette’s grip away, laced both hands behind Amara’s chin and lowered her head in search of a Jawbreak-- “HRRRGGGHHHH!” The Bollywood Bombshell wrapped her arms around Colleen’s waist and squeezed hard enough to put the Ginger Genius up on tiptoe!
“As I was saying,” Singh hoisted O’Neal off the mat entirely and proceeded to shake her like a rag-doll, “you couldn’t beat me at your very best and you damned sure can’t beat me--”
THWHAP!
Colleen stretched her arms out at her sides and clapped her hands together behind Singh’s head to box the brunette’s ears with a textbook Bell Ringer! The blow couldn’t break the Bear Hug, it did however set the veteran back on her feet and that was victory enough to draw back her hands for a second Bell--“AAUUGHHH!” O’Neal’s escape attempt collapsed in a single stroke when Amara bodied her skyward, then went down on one knee to skewer the challenger’s crotch with an Inverted Atomic Drop!
“Another failed attempt, that must be troubling.” Singh chuckled to Colleen as she felt the smaller wrestler’s legs give way. “I wonder which will give out first? Your spirit? Or your spine?”
“You couldn’t break ‘em even if you tried.” Colleen groaned. “Not even on your best daWHOOOAAAHH!”
Amara stood up and slung the redhead over her right shoulder like she was nothing more than a bag of leaves. “That’s just it, peasant.” Singh taunted as she sauntered around the squared circle. “This ISN’T my best day, not even close. And it’s still more than enough to end this farce of a comeback!” To prove her point she shifted Colleen a little farther down her back for what could’ve been a Spinebuster or Alabama Slam. Yet no one was particularly surprised when the Empress whipped her prey forward and dropped to one knee so that O’Neal landed spine-first across that brutal bronze post!
SINGH’SHOT BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xUFYuJSR_0
Colleen bounced off and rolled away in lolling tumble that ended less than two feet from the edge of the ring. Give her credit, the challenger started to rise rather than roll out of the ring, though that reprieve might’ve been the wiser option considering how quickly Singh stomped over, straddled her hips and THUMPED a Bollywood Butt Bomb into the small of her aching spine!
“Get up! Get up, peasant!” Amara swiped her rump over Colleen’s aching spine even as she snatched a double handful of hair. “You wanted another shot at the Golden Empress? Then get up and take it!”
O’Neal tried, but couldn’t do as bade until Singh got up and assisted with several rude yanks. Marching the veteran over to the nearest corner, Amara BWUNGED her forehead into the top turnbuckle three times in rapid succession. It would’ve been four if the redhead’s knees hadn’t given way, not that this penance meant any relief from the pain. Raising both hands to indicate a clean break, Amara whipped around, grabbed onto the top rope in both hands and thrust her hips into the back of Colleen’s skull, which in turn drove her face into the middle turnbuckle.
“Hide your face all you like, peasant.” Singh said with a delighted sneer. “There is no escaping the shame tonight.”
With that she dipped her knees and began to work her hips in taut little figure eights, this malicious inversion of the Harem Shake treating poor Colleen to some extremely aggressive ass-brasion!
While the initial dominance of the Empress might have been what most FAWNatics were expecting, they didn’t have to like it, and they let Singh know with a resounding chorus of boos at her attempt to humiliate O’Neal.
The sentimentality of watching a recovered Colleen pump up the crowd prior to a World Title match at Mania was quickly spinning into a reality the California Angel was hard pressed to stop. And after getting her fill of the inverted Harem Shake, Amara flipped the script and her body and pumped away with a reversed Bronco Buster, thumping Colleen’s features into the buckle a full ten times with her pelvic thrusts before Castle’s tardy count brings the demeaning display to an end.
The Bollywood Bully dismounted and motioned to the dazed member of the Greater Good, showing the redhead off as if she’s a ‘Price is Right’ model.
“Really Christian?” Amara asked, turning to the nearest lens. “This was a good idea? You got your pre-match pop for this sad never-was, but now you’re going to get a simple, straightforward beat-down in the biggest match of the year.”
Singh shook her head and snatched a handful of fiery locks, pulling the bleary-eyed fan favorite to her feet. She stood O’Neal up and shoved her deeper into the corner, then mounted the middle ropes. Pulling Colleen’s head back by her auburn locks, the Empress went to work with another ten-spot, pounding away with closed right fists until Castle brought an end to the battering.
Amara hopped down from her perch, raising her hands in mock innocence, then latched onto a wrist and violently tugged the Angel into a Short-Arm Clothesline that threatened to remove the veteran’s head from her body. The back of her skull hammered off the thinly-sheathed plywood, O’Neal bouncing up to a seat, her baby blues glazed from the dual impacts, not to mention the previous abuse.
The domineering Singh dropped to a knee behind the struggling Colleen, raised a pointed elbow and pounded it into the crown of the redhead’s skull a half dozen times, the champion’s plan apparently to leave the Ginger Genius a concussed mess with which she could toy.
“At least Portia had some credentials, even if they were as old as dirt,” Singh hissed in O’Neal’s ear, the challenger seemingly too shellshocked to take offense. “You’re just a feel-good story who earned a going-away present.”
Amara rose and raced to the ropes in front of the Golden State Wrestling icon and returned with a Soccer Kick poised. She swung the boot toward Colleen’s chin, but O’Neal dropped to the canvas and the kick sailed over. The challenger reached overhead to encircle an ankle and pulled the off-balance Singh off her feet, the Empress tumbling into a Cradle for the…
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Amara powered out of the makeshift pinning predicament, scrambling to her feet and stomping O’Neal before the challenger could make it there. Energized by the near-fatal mistake, the Subcontinental Siren yanked the Angel to her feet, scooped an arm between her foe’s abbreviated, ivory stems, and launched Colleen onto her right shoulder, in prime slamming position.
Singh showed her strength by surging forward with her cargo several steps before PLANTING O’Neal’s spine to the canvas with an enhanced Body Slam that had the redhead arching in pain from the ring-rattling landing.
The golden-brown gladiator passed on a pin, instead hovering over the grimacing Angel and admiring her handiwork. When Colleen reached hands and knees, Amara moved to a forward-facing, straddling stance and delivered a brusque Butt Bomb to O’Neal’s lower vertebrae, Colleen collapsing to the canvas, flat on her chest.
“Have we had enough of this farce?” Singh shouted to the crowd.
The audience was evidently unhappy with the disrespect showed their Angel, leveling a hearty round of jeers at the arrogant Amara.
The Empress responded by settling into a familiar crouch over a facedown opponent’s spinal column. She collected Colleen’s right arm and posted it over her right knee, the fans grumbling as they could see the end in sight, their favorite about to be Clutched to her ruin.
But before the Empress could get the left arm similarly situated, O’Neal spun to her back while latching onto the champ’s right leg. In the process, she tugged Amara off her feet and, as Singh tumbled over the top and the redhead clung to her newly captured limb, Colleen rolled to her feet. Positions exchanged, the ivory-skinned, San Fran native locked a Scissors around Amara’s lower limb and savagely twisted her ankle. Suddenly stuck in a nasty Legbar, the arrogance drained from the champ’s face and she frantically clawed toward the ropes.
The Ginger Genius tried to unscrew Amara’s leg from her hip with the Scissors and the Ankle Lock, perfect pearlies gritting as she went about her job, ignoring the curses and threats of retribution from the Empress. The California Angel blurted out a simple “Ask her!” and Castle did, barely avoiding the Bollywood Bombshell’s bared claws in the process.
Missing Nick, Singh sank them back into the canvas and slowly drew herself to the ropes, wrapping a palm around the bottom cable after a good quarter-minute of torture from the stubborn, scrappy challenger.
Colleen reacted promptly to Amara’s shriek of “LEMMMEGO!” Uncoiling from around her foe and popping to her feet. The rise proved too quick for the battered brain matter and O’Neal listed into the ropes to her side to stay upright. She gave her noggin a rattle that seemed to clear most of the fog from her cerebellum.
“Get up.”
The Greater Good’s key acquisition kept it simple, but apparently those two words were the most insulting demand Singh had ever heard. Using the ropes to pull to vertical, Amara limped away from their safety.
“You don’t realize what pain you’ve caused yourself, peasant.”
She lurched awkwardly at O’Neal and the Angel showed someone approaching forty could still be fast on the draw, impaling Amara’s bronzed midriff with a Toe Kick to the navel. Quickly collecting Singh’s lowered head in a Front Facelock, Colleen laid out, SPIKING Amara’s forehead into the deck with a crisp DDT.
But when Singh’s defiance quickly had the Indian back to all fours, the Ginger Genius decides to apply a bit more force to get her pin-fall and reach the dream of FAWN’s World Championship.
The redhead raced to the ropes at Singh’s side and rebounded at full speed, tracking on the shellshocked Empress. Reaching Amara, the Angel flew past in a front flip, snatching the Bombshell’s braincase on the way and PLANTING the back of Amara’s skull into the canvas with a Spinning Neckbreaker.
SPINNING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAKvYcFBkbU
As Amara spread out in a lifeless starfish at the Angel’s side, Colleen, still showing after-effects from her slow start, struggled to a Crossbody pin, throwing her body perpendicular to the splayed champion, O’Neal weakly hooking the near leg for the…
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THRNOOOO!
The FAWNatics groaned in unison as Singh powered out with Castle’s palm a few inches from the mat, so close was their Angel to the highest honor in the preeminent organization of women’s wrestling.
The disappointment showed in Colleen’s crystal blue peepers for a moment but only that as she quickly popped to a handstand next to a groaning Amara. The crowd waited on pins and needles as the veteran held her pose for several seconds before a controlled descent that sent the points of both knees into the Bombshell’s ribs, drawing a pained ‘OOOOMMPPHH!” from the faltering titleholder.
O’Neal bounced up off Amara, the ascendant Angel turning her back on the Empress even as Singh’s legs dropped to the mat. Crouched ever so slightly, the Colleen launched herself into a gorgeous back-flip but instead of spreading out the impact in a standard tummy on tummy collision, she tucked her heels against her rump and brought both knees down on the pit of Singh’s stomach with a heavy THWHUMP!
STANDING MOONSAULT KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDELYOKi5eE
Amara’s legs shot skyward and the FAWNatics implored Colleen to hook one or both to bring an end to the brunette’s tyranny. O’Neal understood their desire but couldn’t oblige it, at least not at the moment. Swatting the champion’s gams down a heartbeat before she returned to boot-leather, the redhead backpedaled several steps, then rushed forward and took leave of the mat for a short trip to the firmament, the turning herself inside out at the apex of her ascent only to THWHAP down full force on Amara’s aching abs! The low-flying Shooting Star Press didn’t jackknife Singh’s stems like the Knee Drop had, so O’Neal hooked ‘em both and bundled Amara into a Back Press that pointed the Empress’ cheeks to the rafters for a count of…
RUNNING SHOOTING STAR PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pG0eI12P-sY
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Disappointment, but no real surprise when the obnoxiously resilient battler kicked out with a half second to spare.
Colleen didn’t share in this sentiment, indeed she looked quite pleased as she grabbed Singh by the wrist and scraped her off the mat. “How you feeling, champ? You’re sounding a little tired. Need a breather?” O’Neal chided her adversary as she put a shoulder to her sternum to force Amara into the strands.
“Hardly.” Singh grunted. “A little separation will do, your reek of desperation is almost overpowOOOFFHH!”
Colleen put a stop to the disrespect with a Broadside Kneelift across Amara’s roiling tummy. Still in possession of the Bombshell’s wrist, O’Neal took two steps back, dropped a shoulder and sent Singh across the squared circle with an Irish Whip. But rather than send the champ ahead all by her lonesome, Colleen tagged along, the Ginger Genius dogging Amara’s heels and keeping her on track with a guiding hand between the shoulders. Aware of the peasant’s presence yet unable to do a damned thing about it, Singh whipped around to come off the ropes and nearly got folded in half by another Kneelift, albeit one delivered with considerably more force.
“You better start taking this seriously, Empress.” O’Neal wasn’t teasing now, her tone was icy cold as she pulled the winded warrior away from the ropes. “Otherwise I’ll take your title and your--”
“You will take my abuse, nothing more.” Amara rasped. “You are a peasant, and as such you are entitled to--”
Colleen yanked her off the ropes for another sprint across the canvas, however, instead of going straight the challenger pivoted ninety degrees to take the both of ‘em into an adjacent set of ropes. Doing so slowed them only slightly and it ensured that Singh had far less time to craft an escape. The tactic paid immediate dividends for the Ginger Genius as her second Kneelift spiked Amara’s gut with enough force to set the sagging Subcontinental Siren on the second strand, her usually haughty glutes all shocked and sullen by O’Neal’s dramatic resurgence.
REBOUND KITCHEN SINK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xp6u-p2C3Ic
“Ropes. Ropes!” Amara hooked her free arm over the rubber-coated steel and held on tight to prevent the veteran from drawing her out. “Get this peasant off me, Castle! Your World Champion is in the ropes and she demands a clean NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Colleen silenced her with a Headbutt to the bridge of the nose that might’ve sent Singh tumbling to the floor if not for O’Neal’s persistent Wristlock and Amara’s own faltering hold on the top rope. Shooting a glance toward Castle as the ref approached, Colleen asked, “You here to make me let go, Nick?”
“Not if you get her out of the ropes right now.” he answered.
These were acceptable terms for the challenger so she took a giant step back, lowered a shoulder and hurled Singh across the squared circle with an Irish NO! Amara reached the end of O’Neal’s tether, dug in her heels and revered the momentum of the throw to send the GSW legend in her place. The additional momentum meant Colleen made the crossing in a span of heartbeats, yet her expression suggested she was far more focused than concerned. The reason for this became apparent several steps removed from the edge when she sprang from the canvas to the top rope in a single bound and launched herself backward, the California Angel twisting ‘round to catch Amara high across the chest with flawless Rebound Springboard Crossbody that sent the Empress to the deck and the FAWNatics to their feet!
REBOUND SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5tm3DoRdRQ
Colleen barreled away from Singh without trying for a cover and headed for the nearest corner while the increasingly frazzled Amara hauled herself upright. As of yet unaware that O’Neal had claimed the perch directly behind her, Singh raked the hair out of her face and shouted, “Stand and fight, peasant! Your Empress refuses to play these foolish gamNNNNGGHHHH!”
Groans of surprise (and dare I suggest sympathy?) when Colleen came hurtling off the top turnbuckle with a Missile Dropkick that THWHACKED against the back of the World Champion’s skull! Singh hit the canvas like she’d been poleaxed and now the Ginger Genius did got for a cover, O’Neal shooting the Half Nelson to get Amara onto her back for a Crossbody and the…
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The Bollywood Bombshell shot an arm into the air to escape one predicament and in doing so volunteered for another! Catching hold of the brunette’s upraised right arm, Colleen used it to force Singh onto her stomach, then stretched the limb out and scissored it between her thighs. Amara had just enough time to wail something that sounded like ‘NO!’ before the challenger secured a S-Grip across her chin and craaaaaaaaaanked back as hard as she could!
Crossface, Colleen O’Neal to Amara Singh.
CROSSFACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u73t_aZeYYo
“TAP!” the redhead bellowed at the wailing brunette. “TAP OUT, AMARA!”
The Empress made no answer, she was too busy clawing at Colleen’s wrists and when that produced no results she set to work on the canvas. “What do you say, Amara?” Castle made sure to stay off to the side so he didn’t impede Singh’s slow, painful progress toward the ropes. “Need me to call for the bell? Tell me someth--”
“SILENCE!” Amara shrieked at the zebra. “DON’T YOU DARE TAKE SUCH A FAMILIAR TONE WITH MEEEEEAAAAARRRRHHHH STAAAAAAAHP!”
Singh couldn’t help but wail as additional torque from O’Neal had her looking up at the overhead lights. “Submit and I will.” Colleen promised. “But until you do…” she loosened the pressure only to redouble her efforts. Amara sobbed aloud and reached out with her left hand, the Empress’ usually steely resolve crumbling by the second. Yet the thunderous sound of those ‘TAP!’ chants from the disgusting peasants must’ve bolstered her in some fashion because rather than surrender she dug that talon into the mat and draaaaaaaaaaaagged their combined weight the several feet necessary to grab hold of the bottom rope!
“BREAK!” Amara shouted at once. “BREAK! BREAK! BREAK!”
O’Neal gave the Crossface a yank, then did as bade, the California Angel scrambling to verticality while Singh slid under the bottom rope. “Get back here, Empress.” Colleen reached over the strands, snagged a handful of hair and started hauling Amara upright. “Our audience isn’t through yetHHHRRRGGGHH!”
Singh twisted around in the challenger’s grasp and rammed a stiff-fingered palm thrust into the hollow of Colleen’s throat! Give the veteran credit, she let go and reeled away in an instant, unfortunately Amara managed to catch a handful of hair and drew her right back in. Collecting the redhead’s noggin in a Front Facelock, Singh reached over, grabbed onto the smaller wrestler’s waistband and let out a triumphant roar as she muscled O’Neal high overhead! Understandably concerned by the precarious positioning of both ladies, the FAWNatics didn’t even consider a count, but later review confirmed Singh kept her burden aloft for a count of five before she pivoted to one side and dropped backward to THWHUNK Colleen’s spine against the edge of the apron with a pitiless Vertical Suplex!
VERTICAL SUPLEX ON APRON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EH2lrqlpnIE
Meanwhile, Amara deftly landed bare feet to arena floor. She dramatically wiped her hands without even turning to see the result, Singh noting the Suplex’s success via aware from the sound of impact and the redhead’s pitiable mewling. Singh motioned for the crowd to bow before their Empress, stirring the FAWNatics to a new round of jeers for the organization’s queen of the hill.
Beaming at the peasants that surrounded her, the Bollywood Bombshell returned her attention to the still arched Angel, O’Neal’s features etched in pain from the landing. Amara yanked the seated Colleen off the edge of the ring, Castle yet to start his count on champion and challenger.
With the delay, the Empress decided to have some fun, aiming the Greater Good’s prize addition toward the steel barricade at the end of the ring-long runway. Singh whipped the veteran down the length, O’Neal managing to turn before she hit the unforgiving metal of the barrier. Colleen yelped in pain, her backbone again curving against the pain as she melted to her knees. Sinking her fingers into her own auburn locks, the challenger pulled to spread the pain.
An arriving Amara wrenched on the same mane for a very different reason, yanking Colleen back to her abbreviated vertical stance.
“Bow, peasant!” the Bollywood Bully demanded. “Show me the respect I’m due.”
O’Neal slapped the controlling arm of Singh loose from her locks then NAILED Amara’s jaw with a forearm, rocking Singh for a moment. But the Subcontinental Siren returned with a raised knee to the gut, leaving Colleen bent and retching, her attempt to turn the tide swept away by her Indian attacker.
“You will bow,” Amara assured, “but you should do it in the ring where everyone can appreciate the end of your indulgent fantasy and the next glorious chapter of my reign.”
Amara shoved Colleen to the edge of the apron. The redhead’s vertebrae again dissected, sending agony up and down her vertically-challenged physique.
With O’Neal’s face constricting in a grimace from the collision, Singh turned and stuffed her so-called challenger back in the ring then rolled under the bottom rope to join her as Castle reached “EIGHT!”
Upon rising, Singh projected her usual arrogant countenance. And after turning a tag championship run into a superlative stretch atop the singles ranks, who could blame the Empress? Amara again sank her nails into Colleen’s fire-engine follicles as O’Neal tried to crawl away from the stalking predator. The Empress tore the fading peasant to her feet and lined her up for a blazing Chop to the clavicle that sends the Angel staggering in a backpedal, only stopped when her back bumped another set of buckles.
Singh trailed after her prey nonchalantly and when the GSW icon charged out of the buckles in an attempt at revenge, Amara absolutely LEVELED her foe with a Spinning Heel Kick to the chin that dropped Colleen like she’s been shot, O’Neal’s ivory-skinned lower limbs flying in front of her as the back of her skull THUMPED against the canvas.
Amara turned her attention to the nearest lens.
“I warned you, Christian. You wanted the feel-good story. And now you’re going to get an execution!”
The golden brown warrior strode to the demolished O’Neal, placing a bare foot atop the heaving chest of the splayed challenger. Castle dropped to the canvas, unable to hide his scorn toward the haughty pin. But he dutifully slapped the canvas for the…
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The Angel shoved a shoulder up, drawing a restless cheer from the FAWNatics, the crowd perhaps understanding the inevitable was still near.
A knowing smile creased Singh’s flawless features. She reached down with one hand, again dipping her digits into the long auburn mane of the challenger. She pulled Colleen up in stages, O’Neal’s body nearly collapsing halfway. Amara then gutted the sagging ragdoll, O’Neal bent in half in front of the champion.
“I’m sorry, Angel,” Singh informed. “Bowing won’t be enough anymore. The price has gone up. Kiss my feet!”
“Fahhhk you,” O’Neal managed at little more than a whisper.
“Such language from the Greater Goodie Goodie. Do you throw a dollar in the swear jar for that?”
Amara didn’t let her foe answer, pulling what’s left of the California Angel into a Standing Headscissors. The Bombshell flexed out of spite, jellying O’Neal’s legs but keeping her upright with a swaddling grip of Colleen’s tummy.
With a practiced ease, the Indian juggled O’Neal’s flaccid form up her body, allowing the slack redhead a seat on her shoulders, arms wrapping around the alabaster thighs of the Angel to keep her in place.
With the Mania crowd silenced and waiting for Singh to deliver, Amara showed them there’s always room to surprise. Surging forward, she crossed the canvas from one corner nearly to the opposite before heaving Colleen off her shoulders and delivering the Ginger Genius to an untimely end with a savage Buckle BollyBomb.
BUCKLE BOLLYBOMB @ 00:24
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqyrkEEWpiA
The idol of Golden State Wrestling and FAWN returnee O’Neal tottered out from the vicious impact to her spine, reaching for the base of her backbone as she lurched obliviously to a charging Amara.
The Empress nearly decapitated Colleen with the biggest of Big Boots, one without a boot, Singh’s bare foot doing the deadly damage as the crowd groaned in unison at the sight. Even Amara giggled nervously after, looking around sheepishly as if to silently Urkel-ask “Did I do that?”
She had and she took a stroll around the spreadeagled frame of the annihilated Angel, Amara taking time to decide on the proper camera angle for her Mania victory before genuflecting from the right side onto the rolling bosom of the redhead while pressing an authoritarian palm against a cheek of the unconscious O’Neal, flattening the opposite side of her foe’s face against the canvas.
“Count,” Singh commanded imperiously.
Castle did for the…
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With the FAWNatics losing their collective shyt and Amara’s eyes bulging wide, Nick held two fingers high above the Ginger Genius whose fire had yet to be extinguished.
The Empress rose and, after seemingly realizing this must be the ref’s fault and not the steel will of her foe, got in Castle’s grill, demanding an explanation. That O’Neal kicked out after the attempted murder via Amara’s Sole Perfection wasn’t a viable option and that the ruined redhead could then crawl on her belly to a corner to prop herself in a seat against a buckles was all the more infuriating.
Singh pushed an insistent Castle away and turned to Colleen, the redhead’s chin dipped to her chest, O’Neal without the energy to hold her head up and thus witness her impending doom.
“Woman,” Amara growled as she turned to the slack Ginger Genius. “Not only is this match over. So is your career. Time to join Portia in assisted living.”
No answer from O’Neal, her silence earning even more ire from the disgusted champion. Storming over to the corner, Singh grabbed the challenger by the shoulder-straps and hauled her upright so she didn’t have to bend down for the cannonade of Bytch Slaps she unleashed on Colleen’s pain-slackened mug! The derisive punishment didn’t end until Castle reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count and by then the veteran’s face was almost as red as her hair.
In no mood to grant this peasant the tiniest of courtesies, Singh didn’t even feign a clean break, she simply took hold of Colleen’s wrist and sent her hurtling across the squared circle to the opposite corner. She’d fully expected O’Neal to crash and burn into some much deserved groveling before the ascendant Empress. In this she was only partially correct, as the redhead did indeed strike the corner with a low BWUUUNG that the crowd felt more than they heard. But the California Angel didn’t collapse in a facedown sprawl, she only hooked an arm over the top rope to keep herself upright. Not only that, she had the out and out GALL to extend her other hand toward the champion, beckoning Singh to come get some.
That was all the invitation Amara needed, she raced across the canvas and left her feet for an Avalanche SplNO!
O’Neal raised both knees and braced for an impact that crushed her that much deeper into the corner while simultaneously blowing the air from Singh’s lungs! Breathless but still very much upright, the Subcontinental Siren stumbled away and took a few deep breaths before rounding on her heel for another go at the resilient redhead. No charge this time, she just stomped up, grabbed a handful of hair and--“NNNNNGGGHHH!” Colleen hooked her right arm around the champ’s chest and left shoulder, snatched hold of her waistband with the other hand, then snapped down and back to BOUNCE Amara’s forehead off the middle buckle with a Turnbuckle Ginger Snap!
TURNBUCKLE GINGER SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ct_1--9NTeA
This deft show of defensive wizardry left Amara on her knees with one cheek resting against the rough canvas of the pad, a position that O’Neal herself had occupied much earlier in the match. Not that the Heavenly Choir had forgotten what Singh did to their heroine and they urged Colleen to return the treatment in kind. A delighted roar from the crowd as O’Neal did indeed limp out beyond the center of the ring, one that grew even louder when the challenger hit the afterburners and shot back to her corner. But rather than unleash something tawdry the redhead went full divine smite by hopping onto the second rope even as she THWHUNKED the point of her right knee into the back of Amara’s skull!
CORNER FACING RUNNING KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlVcI6cuviA
Singh shuddered like a ship racked in a gale and collapsed even farther to wind up with her chest pressed snug to the bottom buckle. Somewhere high above, Colleen clung to the top rope and took several deep, steadying breaths. Eventually her gaze drifted to Singh’s feet as though the challenger meant to drag her foe out into deep water, so the FAWNatics were rather surprised when she planted a boot between Singh’s shoulders en route to mounting the second rope.
Dropped into a deep crouch, O’Neal bounced in place once, twice, thrice before leaping up and coming down full force with every ounce of her hundred and fourteen pounds with a Double Stomp to Amara’s upper back! “UUUUNNNNGGGGGGHHH!” the already raspy Empress shouted in pain as the canvas-wrapped steel ring ground against her sternum. “Ruuuhhh…ropes!” she wheezed. “ROPES, DAMN YOU! GET HER OFFHHHNNNNGGGHHH!” Colleen hopped up for a second and third Double Stomp, there might’ve been more if Castle hadn’t agreed with the World Champ.
CORNER DOUBLE STOMPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxuW40myKlI
“Let’s get it out of the corner, ok Colleen?”
O’Neal raked a hand through her hair before nodding to the zebra. “Sure, Nick. But I’m not sure if Princess Amara here is will--”
“That’s EMPRESS, you bytch!” Singh bellowed as she clambered to her feet once the redhead jumped off. “It’s a title that you will never achieve, let alone forGGGGNNHHH!”
Colleen smote Amara across the back of the head with a Forearm Smash that would’ve sent her toppling to the floor if not for the ropes! Bodying her way past the Bombshell to claim a position on the second strand, O’Neal drew Amara into a Front Facelock, then leapt off and twisted around, the GSW legend bringing the whole arena to their feet as she SPIKED the crown of Amara’s skull with a beautiful Tornado DDT! Sprawled out flat with no ropes in easy reach, Singh looked far from regal as Colleen pounced on her and hooked the far leg for a deafening count of…
TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNrcxQ4PreU
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The Bollywood Bombshell shot an arm into the air, dashing the peasant’s hopes as quickly as Colleen had rallied them. Undiscouraged, despite the fact that her heart was beating so hard it felt like it might just catch fire, O’Neal pounded her palms against the mat over and over to bring the crowd back to her banner. It didn’t take long for the rafters to echo with her name and that’s when the California Angel helped herself to the Empress’ hair to haul her up for the next round of divine jus--“AAARRRGGGHH!”
Amara raaaaaaaaked the veteran’s face with both hands, scoring her from forehead to chin before Castle even noted the infraction! “Enough of this!” Singh shrieked after forcing the challenger’s noggin between her thighs. “Peasants or Angels, they all worship at my feet!”
Cinching her arms around O’Neal’s waist, Amara gathered her strength and flipped Colleen onto her should-- Colleen slipped loose of the Powerbomb attempt, snatched a double handful of hair and pulled down as hard as she could, the Ginger Genius assisting gravity for a Sit-Out Facebuster that THAWHAMMED Amara down on the thinly-sheathed plywood!
The force of it bounced Singh onto her knees beside the challenger, but rather than try for a cover Colleen sprang to her feet and ran the ropes on the brunette’s six. O’Neal was already airborne before the crowd fully grasped what they were seeing, but damned if they didn’t shake the foundations when the challenger caught hold of Singh’s noggin and SLAMMED it against the deck!
CALIFORNIA DREAMIN':
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUCSHaKIduE
Blasted into a stupor by O’Neal’s California Dreamin’, Amara found herself roused back to a Central Florida Nightmare when Colleen swooped around on the brunette’s left side and threaded her right leg under Singh’s chin. Just like that she cranked that leg backward and secured her shin in the pit of her left knee for a sidesaddle Figure Four Headscissors that transformed into the Golden Gate once Colleen latched onto her left ankle and puuuuuuuuuuuuulled as tight as she could!
GOLDEN GATE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOZy0eALWMg
“AAAAARRRRRRHHHH GUUUUHHHHRRRRRRK!” Amara flailed to life as O’Neal cranked back on her finisher, the redhead braced on her left forearm to put even more pressure on Singh’s neck and upper back.
“TAP!” Colleen sounded far more infernal than angelic as she shrieked at the Empress. “TAP OUT, AMARA!”
The pressure on her head and neck meant Amara couldn’t shake her head ‘no’, so she registered her resistance by clawing and gouging at the redhead’s encroaching thigh. “Hhhrrrgghhh….ghhhhrrrrk… glluuuuuhhhhh…ruuuuhhhh…release me!” Singh gurgled. “Release me, peasanTOOOOHHHHHHRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Colleen eased off for a moment only to redouble her efforts, every muscle in the redhead’s legs shredding into sharp relief as she--
Amara reached up and frantically tapped O’Neal’s knee before switching over to the mat for another round of petulant pounding!
Not daring to release the Golden Gate until the CLANG of the bell, Colleen rolled onto her back and put her face in her hands while the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… and the NEW FAWN World Champion… COLLEEN O’NEAL!”
The Ginger Genius remains splayed and sobbing at the official declaration, the reality she’s become the World Champion breaking her composure and leaving her a blubbering mess. But could there be a happier one in all of creation.
A dejected Amara wants to gather her reserves and attack, but the Golden Gate’s left her neck ravaged and the former champion can barely roll out of the ring and face the heaped scorn of the delighted fans. The bested Bombshell struggles up the ramp having lost her gold in a match that has to be classified as a HUGE upset, her face contorted in pain and confusion as she creeps backstage gingerly.
In the ring, the California Angel is in an adrenaline-infused hopping lap around the ring. The rapturous redhead stops to pluck HER championship belt from Castle and carry on with the celebration. She asks for a microphone in addition to her gold and moves to center stage.
“I can’t believe this.”
Colleen’s voice cracks under the strain of the night and the joy she’s feeling.
“This is a dream I’ve had…forever. To be the best among the best. And to do it at Mania. It’s beyond what I imagined. I can only say, I couldn’t do it without all of you. So thank you so much. Some people say I should be counting my days to retirement. I think Amara realizes I’ve got plenty left and I plan to be your World Champion a long time!”
The Ginger Genius offers every side of the arena blown kisses as the broadcast fades to black.