Post by hawkeye on Apr 5, 2021 1:14:30 GMT
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer began, “The following contest is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! The winner is decided by pin-fall, knockout, or submission! Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...She stands five feet, seven inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds... she is the Fit Queen, MABEL POWERS!”
MABEL POWERS:
The busty brunette stepped through the curtain and strutted to the center of the stage, grinning from ear- to-ear as she ran both hands down her statuesque frame before bringing them up for a double bicep flex that earned a raucous cheer from the crowd. Her athletic appearance was enhanced by the sweatbands on her wrists and forehead, with her hair neatly tied in a ponytail. Clad in black sports briefs that hardly covered the curve of her glutes and a white sports bra that superfluously supported her large, firm breasts. She marched down the ramp in her black wrestling boots completed with black knee pads, happily slapping the hands of fans by the aisle as she did so.
Coming to a stop at the foot of the ramp, she hopped onto the apron and slowly slid one leg over the middle rope where she paused to jiggle her booty a little before moving herself fully into the ring. As usual, the arena was filled with cheers and whistles for the Fit Queen. She pointed a jaunty finger at the crowd while touring around the ring, capturing the men’s hearts with her affectionate smile before going into the far corner where she (and her assets) bounced about to warm up.
With Powers working hard to bolster the ranks of her fans, the speakers crackled into the spooky opening of ‘Clint Eastwood’. As the house lights went down, four spotlights took wing through the arena. Each was emblazoned with one of the four suits of a deck of cards and each went its own way until coming to an abrupt halt just above the entryway. The curtain was flicked aside and the Mississippi Queen strutted out for another all or nothing round of her favorite game.
ALANA KASH:
Posted up at the dead center of the stage, the statuesque blonde tilted her head just enough so the shades she wore slipped down her nose, allowing a better view of all the marks in attendance. Already thinking of the best way to sucker said rubes, Kash pushed the shades back into place, touched the brim of her flat black hat and started down the ramp, the ankle length, sleeveless black leather duster doing absolutely nothing to hide the swagger in her stride.
She was about halfway down the aisle when the Announcer remembered he was supposed to introduce her. “And her opponent, hailing from Tupelo Mississippi, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is the Ravishing Riverboat Rogue… ALANA… KASH!"
Equally dismissive of praise and condemnation, Alana traversed the length of the aisle in silence, then climbed the steel steps and waited on the apron until the ref hurried over and opened the ropes. Properly placated, Kash stepped into the squared circle.
Turning her attention to Mabel for the first time, she straightened up and doffed the duster, leaving her clad in a black bikini top with red bottoms, both edged in Western-style fringe. Across the seat of her briefs was a hand of cards -- a Royal Flush, all in Clubs. The outfit was finished with white boots, monogrammed with AK. Smirking as the ref tried not to gawp, Kash removed her hat and shades and handed them off without so much as a word. To him at least. To Mabel she drawled, “All the crunches and push-ups in the world won’t save your ass tonight, sweet pea. I’m going to work you harder than your damned exercise equipment ever has.” Ready for the opening hand, Kash strutted back to her corner to await final inspection.
Mabel finished her pre-match warm up with a few jumping jacks that gave way to a final double bicep flex when the bell CLANGED throughout the arena. Nodding her appreciation to several Fitness Fanatics at ringside, Powers jogged out of her corner to take up residence in the middle of the squared circle. “C’mon babe, let’s see some hustle!” she called to Alana, who’d yet to leave her buckles. “We’re about to wrestle, you need to get that blood pumping!”
Kash arched an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of disdain, irritation and amusement. Not quite sure (and not particularly interested, if we’re being honest) if she was being mocked, the Gambler treated her adversary to a final appraising look before she strolled out to meet the brunette’s challenge.
Only slightly put out of countenance by the other woman’s apparent lack of enthusiasm, Mabel bounced from foot to foot and asked, “You want to run through a few stretches real quick? This is bound to be a strenuous match, I don’t want you cramping up as soon as we hit high ge--” Powers trailed off in perturbed silence because Kash answered with a raised middle finger held mere inches from the tip of her nose.
“I hustled a few idiots out of their hard-earned money after I hit the gym this morning, sugar.” Alana explained in that sweet, malicious drawl. “That’s more than enough to get me ready for the likes of you.”
Mabel moved her opponent’s hand aside, earned an audible ‘ooooooohhh’ from those assembled when she stepped into the blonde. “Is that so?”
That little rumble grew quite a bit louder when Kash chested up forcefully enough to rock Powers back on her heels for a moment. “It is so.” she confirmed. “And if you don’t back your perky, yoga instructor lookin’ ass up right now, I’ll do more than take this match. I’ll take your pride, understand?”
Mabel nodded, though she made no effort to comply. “Ok, you obviously think you’re ready for this, I respect that. Just don’t blame me when you’re gassed out in a few minOOFFFHH!” Alana pivoted on her left foot so she could blast her right thigh up across Mabel’s tummy in a Broadside Kneelift! She followed with two more, the blonde ensuring her prey remained in place thanks to a roughly-applied Side Headlock. “Cheater!” Powers huffed even as she grabbed hold of Kash’s wrists. “You’re never gonna make lasting gains taking shortcutSSSAARRRHHHH!”
Alana begged to differ, or perhaps she was just a contrarian, whatever the reason, she crooked her left hand into a claw and dragged it across Mabel’s eyes before treating herself to a massive handful of the brunette’s ponytail! “What’re you whining about, sugar? Way you were talking, it sounded like you were rarin’ to go, but now it sounds like you want a timeout! Is that what you need? Well c’mon then, let’s get you sat down!”
Happy to use that hair pull-assisted Headlock to keep her opponent under control, Kash stomped over to the ropes, occasionally pausing to jounce in place or just grrrrrrrrrriiiiiind Mabel’s temple against the point of her hip. Abandoning the hair-hold as soon as she reached the strands (she made a point to show her now empty hand to the protesting Craig Long) Alana went up on tiptoe so she could press Powers’ face against the top rope, thus ensuring some aggressive abrasion when the Mississippi Queen pressed down and strutted toward the corner! “AAAIIIIEEEE!” Mabel shrieked in pain and dismay, one hand swatting repeatedly at Kash’s right thigh and buttocks while the other grabbed for the middle strand in hopes of stopping Alana’s sadistic stroll.
“Ooooohhh, did none of those Youtube tutorials you watched prepare you for getting your eyes raked over the top rope?” Kash tittered. “Don’t be embarrassed, that’s the kinda thing that comes with experience. Once it happens a few dozen times, THEN you can be embarrassed!”
Closing in on the corner now, Alana lunged forward and BWUNGED the crown of her opponent’s skull into the middle turnbuckle once, twice, three times! “All right Alana, that’s enough roughhousing!” Long called to the Gambler as she used Mabel like a brunette battering ram. “I want a clean break and you keep away from her eyes, understand me?”
Kash responded to the demand of a clean break by twisting Powers’ ponytail around her fist for an eye-watering YANK! “Why Craig, do you have a crush on this little gym rat? Surely you don’t think she’d be interested in OOFH! OOFH! OOFFFHHRRHH! That how you want it, sugar?”
Powers pounded three heavy punches into the blonde’s tummy, then followed up with a Waistlock that could’ve easily become a Bear Hug if Alana hadn’t abandoned the hair-pull to rake her eyes once more! Such blatant disregard for a previous order started the official counting at once, but damned if Kash didn’t literally run away him, the blonde racing parallel to the ropes with Powers trailing along in her wa--“NNNNNNGGGHH!”
Mabel got both hands against the small of Alana’s back and pushed hard enough to not only break the Headlock, but to send Kash chest-first into the approaching corner! Alana hit hard and bounced out, which was to say she made it all of a half step backward before Powers rushed in and THWHUMPED her chest against the canvas-coated steel courtesy of Avalanche Splash to the back! “Cheaters never prosper, babe.” Mabel huffed, her breath hot and angry in Kash’s ear. “But they can help maximize your workout, if used properly. Here, lemme show you.” Catching hold of the second rope on either side of her opponent, Powers reared back as far as she could, then lunged in and down to DRIVE the point of her right shoulder into the small of Alana’s back!
“Ropes!” Kash barked after the first Shoulderblock. “Back off idiot, I’m in the ropRGH! RGH! RGH! RRRRGGGGHHH!”
Mabel hit her with half a dozen more, each putting more strain on the blonde’s lower back while simultaneously grinding the air from her lungs. Staying close after her last shot, Powers continued to leeeeeeeeeeeeeeean in, the brunette battler putting all of her weight behind the effort to break Kash’s back. Craig gave Powers a slow internal five count before he hurried over and tapped a shoulder. “Gotta get out of there, Mabel. She is in the corner.”
“Damned right I am.” Alana groaned. “Nice of you to remember UUUUGGGHH!”
The Pittsburgh native joined her hands in a single fist and raised it overhead to THUMP a Double Axehandle between her foe’s shoulders. “Don’t think this workout is over already, hun.” Mabel filled her hands with Kash’s golden locks and scraped her off the buckles amidst minimal complaint from the official. “You’ve still got plenty of lessons to learn!”
Turning Alana ‘round to face her when they’d made it to the center of the ring, Powers slung an arm over Kash’s shoulders and slipped her other arm through the blonde’s legs to muscle her up onto one shoulder for a Scoop-- raucous cheers from the March to War crowd when Mabel dipped into a deep crouch not once but half a dozen times, the Fit Fox getting in a quick set of squats before she went up on tiptoe and slung her burden to the deck with an echoing THWHAM!
SCOOP SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9o8F5FvsPps
Kash arched her back on impact, a perfectly natural reaction that made her all the more vulnerable to the Elbow Drop Powers laid across her tummy. “What’d I say, you’re already mouth breathing!” Mabel teased as she hooked the far leg in a tight Cradle. “That’s why we always warm up, babe!”
Beside them, Craig Long dove onto all fours and counted off a crisp…
ONE…
TWO…
The Gambler kicked out in time with ‘TWO!’, the force of her escape rolling her onto her stomach. Powers saw this and capitalized by clambering into a seat on the blonde’s lower back. From there she slipped her hands under Alana’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaanked up on a painfully simple Chinlock.
"Doesn't sound too bad getting a few good stretches in earlier huh?" The Fit Queen teased as she pulled the blonde’s chin farther back, much to Alana's dismay. Unable to speak with her jaw pulled shut, Kash thumped a fist into the mat and waggled her finger 'No' as the ref asked. With the ropes far out of reach, The Gambler did what she does best, throwing thumbs back blindly, "gambling" to land one on Mabel's face. "AH YOU..", and sure enough, she managed to thumb Mabel in the eye, forcing Powers to relinquish the hold. Mabel stood high enough as she clutched her face, giving Alana enough room to slip out under her, rolled onto her back and kicked Powers in her chiseled abs.
"OMPPHHFFFF!" Mabel groaned as she dropped on her perky behind. Smirking upon an incapacitated Mabel, Alana quickly rose to her feet and made a round trip to the ropes, taking a Penalty Kick on Powers' copious chest with a loud SMACK reverberating through the arena. The Fit Queen fell back flat to the mat, giving Kash the opportunity to cover her for the...
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOO!
The rookie kicked out at a clean 'TWO' and rolled onto her side as a red welt glowed across her chest. Taking her chances, Alana pulled Mabel back to the mat and covered for...
ONE!
"NOO!" Mabel shouted as she spasmed to get her shoulders off the mat. Eager to maintain control, The Gambler quickly snatched the brunette by the ponytail and pulled her back to boot leather. Noticing the red welt on her chest, Alana decided to double down and punish the ample targets of Mabel, delivering Backhand Chop after Backhand Chop io Mabel's breasts until she was slumped in the buckles. "Don't you like this? You chest is glowing!" Alana remarked as she held Mabel by the wrists and whipped her into the opposite corner!
"Ughh!" Mabel grunted as her back slammed into the turnbuckles. Alana measured her opponent and charged toward her like a freight train. But her jaw dropped as her heavier set opponent also burst out of her corner at breakneck speed and roughed her up with a devastating Clothesline that flipped her inside out! "Sssssssss...." Mabel hissed as she carefully touched her searing chest after the Clothesline.
Furious at the deliberate targeting of her breasts, The Fit Queen sank a hand into Alana's blonde locks then pulled her near-limp body upright and shoved her into the corner. Powers delivered a stomp into Kash's midsection before backing off, "Here we go! Superset!" Mabel rallied the crowd with a finger in the air as she distanced herself from her opponent.
"First exercise! Use you bodyweight!" Mabel called out as she charged toward her opponent and threw her hundred and thirty-five pound frame onto the blonde, crushing Kash between herself and the turnbuckle. Alana slumped down to a seat as Mabel backed away.
"Second exercise! Thrust your booty!", Mabel announced with a 'TWO' raised as she charged in with a hip directed at Alana's face. "Now! five more reps!" Mabel shouted before throwing her ASSet back into Alana's face five more times before finishing it up with a nasty grind.
That sweaty behind stirred The Gambler slightly, but the superset was far from over. "Last exercise! High jump!" Mabel ascended to the top rope as Alana tried to crawl away. And before enough distance was made, Mabel jumped off the top rope and drove her weaponized elbow into the small of Kash's back!
"UGRHH!" Alana groaned as the elbow connected. The charismatic instructor popped to her feet and flexed as she looked into the camera, speaking to the audience in their living rooms, "And that's a how you can keep fit with me!"
The Gambler rolled out of the ring, holding the small of her back in agony after being drilled with the superset. Mabel soon joined her opponent at ringside against the ref's advice and stalked from a distance as Kash crawled to the steel steps for support. And just as Kash got onto her wobbly feet, Mabel fired up and charged into Alana with a loud....CRASH!! Alana stepped aside at the last minute and threw The Fit Queen shoulder-first into the steps!
Groans from the crowd as Powers crumpled to her knees, the statuesque brunette holding her left arm tight to her ches--“NGH! NGH! NNNNGGGGGHHH!” Powers’ situation went from bad to worse the instant Kash snatched a double handful of hair and bounced the newcomer’s noggin against the side of the steps before draaaaaagging it back and forth just for good measure!
Craig yammered through it all of course, but Alana ignored him entirely until she felt properly avenged for the gluteal grinding she’d suffered a few moments prior. Thanking the ref’s diligence with a pair of raised middle fingers, Kash noted, “The more time you waste not counting, the more time I get to tear this idiot apart.”
That shut Long up, or it at least set him to counting, which was far more tolerable on the blonde’s ears. “What’s wrong, sugar?” Kash grabbed Mabel’s left wrist in both hands and wrenched it away from her torso with a single sharp yank! Powers cried out and clambered to boot-leather, her free hand reaching for the Gambler’s wrists in hope of-- Alana stomped in place, yanking her opponent’s arm up as high as she could just to snap it down with a jolt that brought the Fit Queen to her knees!
For a moment anyway, it wasn’t long before Mabel was vertical again, that right hand seeking Kash’s chin to-- Alana tucked the trapped wrist under her left armpit, then pressed her right hand to that aching shoulder and used those grips to force her opponent down flat on her stomach. Powers grunted, smacked a fist against the floor, then shrieked in pain when Kash launched herself into a gorgeous handstand and came down with right knee on that exposed bicep!
ARM WRENCH AND HANDSTAND KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0vaZ9c1tzw
“Quit yer whining, ya big baby.” Alana chuckled as she filled her hands with the brunette’s ponytail. “We’re getting back in the ring.”
True to her word, Kash peeled Mabel off the floor and chucked her under the bottom rope, though she made a point of BWANGING her back into the steel guardrail beforehand. Shooting in after the Fit Queen, the blonde rolled her foe to the middle of the ring where she splashed across her midsection and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Powers kicked out just after ‘TWO!’ a show of resilience that saved the match but did no favors for her throbbing shoulder. “I’m sure you know how the song goes. When to hold ‘em, when to fold ‘em, all that bullshyt.” Kash murmured as she grabbed hold of Mabel’s left arm and once again stretched her out on her belly. “But one thing it never mentions, just what the hell are you supposed to do when you CAN’T hold ‘em? Let alone walk away or run?”
“Hhhrrgghh… I’d never run from the likes of you, babe.” Powers groaned. “I don’t run from anyOOOOOWWWWWW!”
The Mississippi Queen angled Mabel’s left arm up between her shoulders with a Hammerlock made all the more uncomfortable by the way she braced her left knee across the back of the grounded grappler’s shoulders. “Yeah, I know asshole. Weren’t you listening?” Alana craaaaaaaaanked the Hammerlock a little harder. “I said you’re not going to be able to run away, especially if I set my sights on your fragile little knees.”
KNEE-PRESSED HAMMERLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ekrdIGELKw
“Uuuuhhhh… I’ll show you who’s fragile!” Powers smacked her right hand against the mat and began to drag their combined weight toward the ropes.
“You think inching your way across the mat is gonna earn you new fans?” Kash scoffed. “Hold on, sugar. I’ll show you how to win over new fans.”
Halving her control on the Hammerlock, Alana helped herself to a tawdry handful of Powers’ briefs and yaaaaaaaaaanked them up ‘n out in a cheek-baring wedgie! Mabel squalled in pained outrage, then plain old pain when Kash abandoned the wedgie in favor of raking her nails across those squirming cheeks with malicious impunity! “Hear all those cheers, bytch? Alana teased. “That’s a whole arena full of people remembering how much they enjoy watching the Gambler whoop your dumpy little HEY RRRGGGGHHH!”
Mabel forced her way out from under the Hammerlock, reared back on her knees and pounded a straight right hand into her attacker’s jaw! Alana let loose and turned away with her face in her hands while Powers drew the left arm tight across her torso and collapsed to her back.
The Gambler shook her head clear before returning to her opponent but Powers quickly rose and smacked her with a blistering forearm across her cheek! "Did I break your fragile jaw?" Powers snarled as she pulled those distended bottoms out of her butt cheeks.
Alana gnashed her teeth as she stumbled away, "You bi---ERGH! ERGH! ERGH!" Mabel cupped one hand behind Alana's head to keep it in place as she pounded three more forearms across her cheeks! Mabel then shot her hand between Alana thighs and other over her shoulder, lifting her up sideways and paraded her for a while before hauling her overhead with a Fallaway Slam!
FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJngipRRz8A
Kash rolled onto three of four as one hand clutched the small of her back, grunting in agony. Back in the center, The Fit Queen drew both legs in close and kipped herself back up with a quick display of athleticism. Mabel flexed her biceps and smiled, assured that the previous attack would keep The Mississippi native down for a while. Just in time, Mabel turned around and saw Alana struggling by the ropes. The Fit Queen pressed Kash to the ropes and whipped her across the ring. Mabel made her way halfway across the ring and propelled Kash into the air, flipping over at the apex before crash landing on the small of her back.
BACK BODY DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFt4_lgdym8
"ERGHHH!!" Alana arched her back upon impact and scuttled toward the corner, using the ropes to help herself up but Mabel kept the pressure on. The Fit Queen followed Kash to the buckles and promptly whipped her into the opposing corner. As Alana heard the heavy stomping of her opponent charging in behind her, she lifted a desperate boot into Mabel's chin, sending the brunette staggering back to the center. "Here we go!", Alana charged across the space created by the boot to Mabel's face. "SHI--", her eyes widened in shock when Powers picked her up slightly under the glutes and slammed her into the canvas with a thunderous Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6saQFarX0Yc
The Gambler flattened out like a starfish while Mabel crawled over her body and yelled, "FALL" as she hooked her legs...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Alana spasmed out of the cover and rolled to her side, surviving the stiff Spinebuster. A bewildered Mabel lifted her fingers "Three?" but the ref insisted it was a two. The Fit Queen sat up and tidied her sweat-matted hair while Alana tiredly rolled onto her belly.
"How about a little more stretch?" Mabel asked as she straddled Alana and tucked both her legs under her armpits before sitting down on the small of her back!
"ARGHHHHH!!! GU---GET OFF ME!" Alana cried as Mabel secured her tightly in a classic Boston Crab!
BOSTON CRAB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr9IVGQkeL0
"Too much for you, darling? I think you need to stretch more!" Mabel teased and leaned farther back, increasing the pressure on Kash's back!
Craig Long made no assumptions about the blonde’s exercise regiment, though he was a mite concerned for the condition of her spinal column, thus his query of, “What do you say, Alana?” when the blonde buried both hands in her own hair.
“Don’t ask stupid questions, Long.” she grunted. “I’m doing fine, just AAAARRRGGGHH!”
Powers stood up in the mount, then dropped down, the medicine ball curve of her glutes brushing the aching hollow of the Gambler’s back. But one squat does not a set make, so Mabel repeated the tactic no less than half a dozen times to really make sure her foe felt the burn. “Ask her!” Mabel was standing now, the statuesque battler leeeeeeaaaaaning backward to keep the torque on Kash’s spine. “I can already tell she didn’t warm up properly, it’s no wonder her flexibility is shot!”
No mouthy retort for Long now, Alana waggled a finger ‘no, no, no’ to confirm her continued participation in the contest. “She’s holding on, Mabel.” the referee told the brunette. “Match is still live.”
“That’s fine with me, I’ve barely broken a sweat!”
Looking to make some serious gains now that she had the Mississippi Queen where she wanted, Powers dropped down for another body-bending squat, then rose up and-- Kash planted her palms flat, pushed off the mat and tucked her chin against her sternum so she could swing her way through the brunette’s sinewy stems!
“Say, looks like these stretches are working!” Mabel grinned as looked down at the relieved, albeit still trapped, grappler. “You’re showing increased flexibility alread-- hey now, there’s no need for vulgarity. That’s just rude.”
The vulgarity in question was a pair of middle fingers Alana raised in Powers’ general direction. “You don’t like it, sweet pea?” she huffed. “Do something about it.”
“Oh, I mean to.” Mabel answered, her smile set aside in the face of such blatant disrespect. Feet set flat, she sank down and--“HHHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Alana lunged up, snatched hold of Mabel’s ponytail and yanked her head down so she could jab a thumb in the newcomer’s right eye! Powers forgot all about Kash’s legs in the rush to tend her blurred eye, which proved a costly mistake because Alana drew her knees to her chest and THWHUMPED a resounding Mule Kick into the Fit Queen’s chest! Mabel shot up and away, the big brunette landing flat on the deck several feet from her adversary.
“Hey, keep away from her eyes, Alana! Don’t make me tell you again!”
“It was an accident, asshole. Unless you can prove it wasn’t. And we both know you can’t.”
Dismissing the zebra with an irritated little sneer, Kash clambered to verticality and put both hands to the small of her back to massage out the very worst of the kinks. She was still setting things back in their proper order when Powers sat up with one hand still pressed to her fa--THWHACK! Alana charged and lashed out with a huge Soccer Kick to the brunette’s chest!
“You’re getting up too soon, idiot.” the blonde told Mabel even as she filled her hands with the other wrestler’s hair. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to rest between sets?”
“Thuuuhhh… this isn’t a set, you cheater.” Mabel groaned. “It’s a fight you can’t finEERRRK!”
Kash yanked Powers to boot-leather and immediately wrapped her right hand around the brunette’s throat. Positioned directly to her opponent’s right, Alana reached around with her free hand and snatched hold of her waistband, the tawdry grip all the better to YANK Mabel’s trunks out of sight a heartbeat before she hoisted her into the sky and sat out full force to THAWHAM Powers onto the mat with a particularly vicious Dead Man’s Hand!
DEAD MAN'S HAND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_vjcNqqwTc
Mabel’s back arched on impact and she twisted over onto her stomach only to groan in protest when Alana pulled her back the way she’d came. “Time you cashed out, sugar.” the Gambler purred as she collected Powers’ legs in a snug bundle and pointed her cheeks at the lights for a count of…
The ref slapped the mat for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOO!!
Mabel shot her arm up milliseconds before the third count, irking the Gambler. "Odds are not in your favor, hun." Alana scoffed as she yanked a groggy Mabel up by her disheveled ponytail. Halfway up, the Gambler caught Powers in a Front Facelock and softened her up with a few knees to the midsection for good measure before planting her headfirst into the canvas with a DDT!
"Cover!" the Gambler yelled as she hooked the leg for the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mabel gritted her teeth and powered out of the pin-fall once more. Alana slapped her hands against the mat in frustration, raising a three to the ref while the ref insisted it was a 'TWO'
The Fit Queen made use of the commotion to catch her breath. While struggling to a seat, Kash turned her attention back to her opponent and yanked her by the ponytail. "You are not as tough as you think you are! BYTCH!" Alana accentuated her comment with a slap to the cheek. As Mabel rocked to her side, Alana pulled her head back to the center and SLAAP! "Whatcha gonna do? UGH!"
Sick of the nasty remarks, Powers mustered the strength to fire a shot into Kash's midsection. "You b-UGH! UGH! UGH!" Mabel landed a few more stiff blows under the belly before returning a SLAP that sent Alana spinning into the ropes.
"COME ON! LAST SET! SHOW ME YOUR ENERGY!" Mabel screamed as she rallied to her feet. Kash sent a boot towards Mabel's chest but The Fit Queen immediately thwarted the offense. She caught the boot and threw it back to the ground before lunging in and securing her arm under Alana's chin. With immeasurable strength, Powers lifted Kash into the air and slammed her right back into the mat!
FULLY LOADED
youtu.be/ssv98cs6qkE
Mabel immediately laid across her opponent's chest and hooked both her legs up for the....
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Kash kicked out of the ring-rattling slam with milliseconds to go, causing the crowd to let out a sigh in unison. Not wasting any time, Mabel mounted another offensive, helping Kash onto a seat before securing an arm around her neck!
DRAGON SLEEPER
youtu.be/6-5Lb4hLj94
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Alana screamed back to life as the hold was applied, immediately wagging her finger 'no' before the question was asked. Mabel continued to bring herself upright, forcing her opponent to go along with her to ease the pressure even if slightly. "You give?" Mabel asked but only got a flipping bird in response. "Ok that's it!" Mabel snapped backward and drove Alana's head into the mat with a Reverse DDT!
REVERSE DDT
youtu.be/kS1V17pHMLM
Powers sidled into a Lateral Press while the canvas was still shivering, the newcomer keeping her weight snug to Kash’s chest for a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mabel hadn’t hooked a leg and she paid for it when Alana bridged out of the cover with a whisper to spare. Brow furrowed in consternation following the near-fall, Mabel shook her head to clear away the doubts, then clapped her hands and buried them in the blonde’s hair. “All right, all right, this work out’s almost over, folks!” she called to those assembled. “But, and I cannot stress this enough, we need to finish strong! And I have a gorgeous ending in mind!”
The burgeoning ranks of the Powers’ Pack grew quite raucous as their heroine got to her feet and drew Kash’s noggin between her thighs in a Standing Headscissors. From there she bent down, cinched her arms around Alana’s waist and hoisted her up onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb! Mabel turned in a slow, smooth circle, the hardbody brunette showing off her captive to all four sides of the arena. Doing so raised a louder clamor from those itching to see Kash driven into the deck, but Powers released her grip so she could ‘swat’ Alana’s rump before earning another round of applause via a brawny double bicep flex. Kash remained slumped on her shoulders through all this posturing so Mabel was feeling supremely confident when she grabbed hold of the Gambler’s trunks and muscled her into the air for a truly Gorgeous BoNOOOO!
Kash smacked a Hammer Fist into the bridge of Powers’ nose just as the Fit Queen reached full extension on her lift. The eye-watering shot forced Mabel to release her grip and sent Alana floating over her head to land directly behind. Whipping ‘round to find her quarry before her vision was entirely clear, Powers shrieked in pain Kash made her situation that much worse by jabbing a thumb into her left eye!
“You got a terrible poker face, sweet pea.” Alana snickered as her opponent came to rest with her butt slumped against the middle rope.
“I’ve… I’ve got a great poker face, cheater.” Powers groaned as she rubbed at that eye with the heel of her palm. “I’m just not used to losers sticking their fat fingers in HEYRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Kash was in no mood to listen to such whining, so she charged and leapt over the middle rope so she came down in a seat directly to her opponent’s right. Hooking her right arm across Mabel’s chest to clutch at her left shoulder, Alana snapped away from the strands to land on her back in relative comfort while Powers was pulled forward and down to THWHAM down flat on her face, chest and belly! Sullen and sloppy after a brutal taste of the Mississippi Mud, Mabel only groaned in soft protest when Alana shoveled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for…
MISSISSIPPI MUD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPn6hbNvu0U
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Powers twitched free at the last possible second, her resilience earning a relieved cheer from those assembled.
Alana thanked Craig for the near fall with an upraised middle finger and congratulated Mabel on her tenacity by slapping her right on the mouth! “Looks like you’re down to your last dollar, honey.” the blonde cooed in the midst of hauling the other wrestler to verticality. “Why don’t we Kash you out and call it a night, hmmmh?”
Powers only snuffled something insensible, so Alana reeled her into a Front Facelock and-- Mabel got both hands against the blonde’s hips and shoved hard enough to send Alana backpedaling into the ropes on the other side of the ring. She returned with the fury of a woman scorned and unleashed a Lariat that might’ve cracked Powers’ clavicle if the Gym Goddess hadn’t dipped beneath it and ran to the ropes herself! Kash made no effort to turn around, she simply kept on going to the opposite side, hit those strands and came back for a second pass at--
“UUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!’ from blonde and brunette as they took to the air for identical Flying Crossbody’s that met in midair with a resounding tummy on tummy THWHAP! Mabel and Alana tumbled to the canvas like dropped rocks and tumbled in opposite directions while Craig looked on, the official trying to decide when to start his count.
Both Mabel and Alana struggled to beat the count while clutching their stomachs in agony. The two battlers managed to get on their feet at the same time but Alana quickly landed a Toe Kick to Mabel's midsection that put her down on one knee. The Gambler doubled down and raced to the ropes, looking to take Mabel's head clean off with a boot. "DIE BI...AAAAUUUU!!!" Alana's eyes widened in shock as Mabel hauled her onto the shoulders and drove Kash back-first into the canvas!
POP-UP POWERBOMB
youtu.be/m1pDCxusIJU
Before Alana's hip kissed the canvas, Mabel shoved her opponent back onto fours and pulled her into a Standing Headscissors. "I'm gonna Kash out!" Mabel bellowed as she wrapped her arms around Alana's waist and muscled the blonde’s limp body onto her shoulders. The Fir Queen grabbed Alana by the waistband of her bottoms and elevated her into the air before driving the Gambler into the canvas once more with a Gorgeous Powerbomb!
GORGEOUS POWERBOMB
youtu.be/hzJmCmcH0ow?t=167
The ring rattled loud upon impact and Mabel pulled her opponent in close and nodded her head in time with the ref’s count of…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
DING! DING! DING! Mabel threw Alana's legs aside and quickly rose to her feet, grinning ear-to-ear as the announcement was made.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall…MABEL POOOOOWERS!"
"You're damn right!" Mabel yelled as the ref raised her hand. Shortly after, she went on a victory tour around the ring while the screens at home cut to a word from our sponsors.
MABEL POWERS:
The busty brunette stepped through the curtain and strutted to the center of the stage, grinning from ear- to-ear as she ran both hands down her statuesque frame before bringing them up for a double bicep flex that earned a raucous cheer from the crowd. Her athletic appearance was enhanced by the sweatbands on her wrists and forehead, with her hair neatly tied in a ponytail. Clad in black sports briefs that hardly covered the curve of her glutes and a white sports bra that superfluously supported her large, firm breasts. She marched down the ramp in her black wrestling boots completed with black knee pads, happily slapping the hands of fans by the aisle as she did so.
Coming to a stop at the foot of the ramp, she hopped onto the apron and slowly slid one leg over the middle rope where she paused to jiggle her booty a little before moving herself fully into the ring. As usual, the arena was filled with cheers and whistles for the Fit Queen. She pointed a jaunty finger at the crowd while touring around the ring, capturing the men’s hearts with her affectionate smile before going into the far corner where she (and her assets) bounced about to warm up.
With Powers working hard to bolster the ranks of her fans, the speakers crackled into the spooky opening of ‘Clint Eastwood’. As the house lights went down, four spotlights took wing through the arena. Each was emblazoned with one of the four suits of a deck of cards and each went its own way until coming to an abrupt halt just above the entryway. The curtain was flicked aside and the Mississippi Queen strutted out for another all or nothing round of her favorite game.
ALANA KASH:
Posted up at the dead center of the stage, the statuesque blonde tilted her head just enough so the shades she wore slipped down her nose, allowing a better view of all the marks in attendance. Already thinking of the best way to sucker said rubes, Kash pushed the shades back into place, touched the brim of her flat black hat and started down the ramp, the ankle length, sleeveless black leather duster doing absolutely nothing to hide the swagger in her stride.
She was about halfway down the aisle when the Announcer remembered he was supposed to introduce her. “And her opponent, hailing from Tupelo Mississippi, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is the Ravishing Riverboat Rogue… ALANA… KASH!"
Equally dismissive of praise and condemnation, Alana traversed the length of the aisle in silence, then climbed the steel steps and waited on the apron until the ref hurried over and opened the ropes. Properly placated, Kash stepped into the squared circle.
Turning her attention to Mabel for the first time, she straightened up and doffed the duster, leaving her clad in a black bikini top with red bottoms, both edged in Western-style fringe. Across the seat of her briefs was a hand of cards -- a Royal Flush, all in Clubs. The outfit was finished with white boots, monogrammed with AK. Smirking as the ref tried not to gawp, Kash removed her hat and shades and handed them off without so much as a word. To him at least. To Mabel she drawled, “All the crunches and push-ups in the world won’t save your ass tonight, sweet pea. I’m going to work you harder than your damned exercise equipment ever has.” Ready for the opening hand, Kash strutted back to her corner to await final inspection.
Mabel finished her pre-match warm up with a few jumping jacks that gave way to a final double bicep flex when the bell CLANGED throughout the arena. Nodding her appreciation to several Fitness Fanatics at ringside, Powers jogged out of her corner to take up residence in the middle of the squared circle. “C’mon babe, let’s see some hustle!” she called to Alana, who’d yet to leave her buckles. “We’re about to wrestle, you need to get that blood pumping!”
Kash arched an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of disdain, irritation and amusement. Not quite sure (and not particularly interested, if we’re being honest) if she was being mocked, the Gambler treated her adversary to a final appraising look before she strolled out to meet the brunette’s challenge.
Only slightly put out of countenance by the other woman’s apparent lack of enthusiasm, Mabel bounced from foot to foot and asked, “You want to run through a few stretches real quick? This is bound to be a strenuous match, I don’t want you cramping up as soon as we hit high ge--” Powers trailed off in perturbed silence because Kash answered with a raised middle finger held mere inches from the tip of her nose.
“I hustled a few idiots out of their hard-earned money after I hit the gym this morning, sugar.” Alana explained in that sweet, malicious drawl. “That’s more than enough to get me ready for the likes of you.”
Mabel moved her opponent’s hand aside, earned an audible ‘ooooooohhh’ from those assembled when she stepped into the blonde. “Is that so?”
That little rumble grew quite a bit louder when Kash chested up forcefully enough to rock Powers back on her heels for a moment. “It is so.” she confirmed. “And if you don’t back your perky, yoga instructor lookin’ ass up right now, I’ll do more than take this match. I’ll take your pride, understand?”
Mabel nodded, though she made no effort to comply. “Ok, you obviously think you’re ready for this, I respect that. Just don’t blame me when you’re gassed out in a few minOOFFFHH!” Alana pivoted on her left foot so she could blast her right thigh up across Mabel’s tummy in a Broadside Kneelift! She followed with two more, the blonde ensuring her prey remained in place thanks to a roughly-applied Side Headlock. “Cheater!” Powers huffed even as she grabbed hold of Kash’s wrists. “You’re never gonna make lasting gains taking shortcutSSSAARRRHHHH!”
Alana begged to differ, or perhaps she was just a contrarian, whatever the reason, she crooked her left hand into a claw and dragged it across Mabel’s eyes before treating herself to a massive handful of the brunette’s ponytail! “What’re you whining about, sugar? Way you were talking, it sounded like you were rarin’ to go, but now it sounds like you want a timeout! Is that what you need? Well c’mon then, let’s get you sat down!”
Happy to use that hair pull-assisted Headlock to keep her opponent under control, Kash stomped over to the ropes, occasionally pausing to jounce in place or just grrrrrrrrrriiiiiind Mabel’s temple against the point of her hip. Abandoning the hair-hold as soon as she reached the strands (she made a point to show her now empty hand to the protesting Craig Long) Alana went up on tiptoe so she could press Powers’ face against the top rope, thus ensuring some aggressive abrasion when the Mississippi Queen pressed down and strutted toward the corner! “AAAIIIIEEEE!” Mabel shrieked in pain and dismay, one hand swatting repeatedly at Kash’s right thigh and buttocks while the other grabbed for the middle strand in hopes of stopping Alana’s sadistic stroll.
“Ooooohhh, did none of those Youtube tutorials you watched prepare you for getting your eyes raked over the top rope?” Kash tittered. “Don’t be embarrassed, that’s the kinda thing that comes with experience. Once it happens a few dozen times, THEN you can be embarrassed!”
Closing in on the corner now, Alana lunged forward and BWUNGED the crown of her opponent’s skull into the middle turnbuckle once, twice, three times! “All right Alana, that’s enough roughhousing!” Long called to the Gambler as she used Mabel like a brunette battering ram. “I want a clean break and you keep away from her eyes, understand me?”
Kash responded to the demand of a clean break by twisting Powers’ ponytail around her fist for an eye-watering YANK! “Why Craig, do you have a crush on this little gym rat? Surely you don’t think she’d be interested in OOFH! OOFH! OOFFFHHRRHH! That how you want it, sugar?”
Powers pounded three heavy punches into the blonde’s tummy, then followed up with a Waistlock that could’ve easily become a Bear Hug if Alana hadn’t abandoned the hair-pull to rake her eyes once more! Such blatant disregard for a previous order started the official counting at once, but damned if Kash didn’t literally run away him, the blonde racing parallel to the ropes with Powers trailing along in her wa--“NNNNNNGGGHH!”
Mabel got both hands against the small of Alana’s back and pushed hard enough to not only break the Headlock, but to send Kash chest-first into the approaching corner! Alana hit hard and bounced out, which was to say she made it all of a half step backward before Powers rushed in and THWHUMPED her chest against the canvas-coated steel courtesy of Avalanche Splash to the back! “Cheaters never prosper, babe.” Mabel huffed, her breath hot and angry in Kash’s ear. “But they can help maximize your workout, if used properly. Here, lemme show you.” Catching hold of the second rope on either side of her opponent, Powers reared back as far as she could, then lunged in and down to DRIVE the point of her right shoulder into the small of Alana’s back!
“Ropes!” Kash barked after the first Shoulderblock. “Back off idiot, I’m in the ropRGH! RGH! RGH! RRRRGGGGHHH!”
Mabel hit her with half a dozen more, each putting more strain on the blonde’s lower back while simultaneously grinding the air from her lungs. Staying close after her last shot, Powers continued to leeeeeeeeeeeeeeean in, the brunette battler putting all of her weight behind the effort to break Kash’s back. Craig gave Powers a slow internal five count before he hurried over and tapped a shoulder. “Gotta get out of there, Mabel. She is in the corner.”
“Damned right I am.” Alana groaned. “Nice of you to remember UUUUGGGHH!”
The Pittsburgh native joined her hands in a single fist and raised it overhead to THUMP a Double Axehandle between her foe’s shoulders. “Don’t think this workout is over already, hun.” Mabel filled her hands with Kash’s golden locks and scraped her off the buckles amidst minimal complaint from the official. “You’ve still got plenty of lessons to learn!”
Turning Alana ‘round to face her when they’d made it to the center of the ring, Powers slung an arm over Kash’s shoulders and slipped her other arm through the blonde’s legs to muscle her up onto one shoulder for a Scoop-- raucous cheers from the March to War crowd when Mabel dipped into a deep crouch not once but half a dozen times, the Fit Fox getting in a quick set of squats before she went up on tiptoe and slung her burden to the deck with an echoing THWHAM!
SCOOP SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9o8F5FvsPps
Kash arched her back on impact, a perfectly natural reaction that made her all the more vulnerable to the Elbow Drop Powers laid across her tummy. “What’d I say, you’re already mouth breathing!” Mabel teased as she hooked the far leg in a tight Cradle. “That’s why we always warm up, babe!”
Beside them, Craig Long dove onto all fours and counted off a crisp…
ONE…
TWO…
The Gambler kicked out in time with ‘TWO!’, the force of her escape rolling her onto her stomach. Powers saw this and capitalized by clambering into a seat on the blonde’s lower back. From there she slipped her hands under Alana’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaanked up on a painfully simple Chinlock.
"Doesn't sound too bad getting a few good stretches in earlier huh?" The Fit Queen teased as she pulled the blonde’s chin farther back, much to Alana's dismay. Unable to speak with her jaw pulled shut, Kash thumped a fist into the mat and waggled her finger 'No' as the ref asked. With the ropes far out of reach, The Gambler did what she does best, throwing thumbs back blindly, "gambling" to land one on Mabel's face. "AH YOU..", and sure enough, she managed to thumb Mabel in the eye, forcing Powers to relinquish the hold. Mabel stood high enough as she clutched her face, giving Alana enough room to slip out under her, rolled onto her back and kicked Powers in her chiseled abs.
"OMPPHHFFFF!" Mabel groaned as she dropped on her perky behind. Smirking upon an incapacitated Mabel, Alana quickly rose to her feet and made a round trip to the ropes, taking a Penalty Kick on Powers' copious chest with a loud SMACK reverberating through the arena. The Fit Queen fell back flat to the mat, giving Kash the opportunity to cover her for the...
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOO!
The rookie kicked out at a clean 'TWO' and rolled onto her side as a red welt glowed across her chest. Taking her chances, Alana pulled Mabel back to the mat and covered for...
ONE!
"NOO!" Mabel shouted as she spasmed to get her shoulders off the mat. Eager to maintain control, The Gambler quickly snatched the brunette by the ponytail and pulled her back to boot leather. Noticing the red welt on her chest, Alana decided to double down and punish the ample targets of Mabel, delivering Backhand Chop after Backhand Chop io Mabel's breasts until she was slumped in the buckles. "Don't you like this? You chest is glowing!" Alana remarked as she held Mabel by the wrists and whipped her into the opposite corner!
"Ughh!" Mabel grunted as her back slammed into the turnbuckles. Alana measured her opponent and charged toward her like a freight train. But her jaw dropped as her heavier set opponent also burst out of her corner at breakneck speed and roughed her up with a devastating Clothesline that flipped her inside out! "Sssssssss...." Mabel hissed as she carefully touched her searing chest after the Clothesline.
Furious at the deliberate targeting of her breasts, The Fit Queen sank a hand into Alana's blonde locks then pulled her near-limp body upright and shoved her into the corner. Powers delivered a stomp into Kash's midsection before backing off, "Here we go! Superset!" Mabel rallied the crowd with a finger in the air as she distanced herself from her opponent.
"First exercise! Use you bodyweight!" Mabel called out as she charged toward her opponent and threw her hundred and thirty-five pound frame onto the blonde, crushing Kash between herself and the turnbuckle. Alana slumped down to a seat as Mabel backed away.
"Second exercise! Thrust your booty!", Mabel announced with a 'TWO' raised as she charged in with a hip directed at Alana's face. "Now! five more reps!" Mabel shouted before throwing her ASSet back into Alana's face five more times before finishing it up with a nasty grind.
That sweaty behind stirred The Gambler slightly, but the superset was far from over. "Last exercise! High jump!" Mabel ascended to the top rope as Alana tried to crawl away. And before enough distance was made, Mabel jumped off the top rope and drove her weaponized elbow into the small of Kash's back!
"UGRHH!" Alana groaned as the elbow connected. The charismatic instructor popped to her feet and flexed as she looked into the camera, speaking to the audience in their living rooms, "And that's a how you can keep fit with me!"
The Gambler rolled out of the ring, holding the small of her back in agony after being drilled with the superset. Mabel soon joined her opponent at ringside against the ref's advice and stalked from a distance as Kash crawled to the steel steps for support. And just as Kash got onto her wobbly feet, Mabel fired up and charged into Alana with a loud....CRASH!! Alana stepped aside at the last minute and threw The Fit Queen shoulder-first into the steps!
Groans from the crowd as Powers crumpled to her knees, the statuesque brunette holding her left arm tight to her ches--“NGH! NGH! NNNNGGGGGHHH!” Powers’ situation went from bad to worse the instant Kash snatched a double handful of hair and bounced the newcomer’s noggin against the side of the steps before draaaaaagging it back and forth just for good measure!
Craig yammered through it all of course, but Alana ignored him entirely until she felt properly avenged for the gluteal grinding she’d suffered a few moments prior. Thanking the ref’s diligence with a pair of raised middle fingers, Kash noted, “The more time you waste not counting, the more time I get to tear this idiot apart.”
That shut Long up, or it at least set him to counting, which was far more tolerable on the blonde’s ears. “What’s wrong, sugar?” Kash grabbed Mabel’s left wrist in both hands and wrenched it away from her torso with a single sharp yank! Powers cried out and clambered to boot-leather, her free hand reaching for the Gambler’s wrists in hope of-- Alana stomped in place, yanking her opponent’s arm up as high as she could just to snap it down with a jolt that brought the Fit Queen to her knees!
For a moment anyway, it wasn’t long before Mabel was vertical again, that right hand seeking Kash’s chin to-- Alana tucked the trapped wrist under her left armpit, then pressed her right hand to that aching shoulder and used those grips to force her opponent down flat on her stomach. Powers grunted, smacked a fist against the floor, then shrieked in pain when Kash launched herself into a gorgeous handstand and came down with right knee on that exposed bicep!
ARM WRENCH AND HANDSTAND KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0vaZ9c1tzw
“Quit yer whining, ya big baby.” Alana chuckled as she filled her hands with the brunette’s ponytail. “We’re getting back in the ring.”
True to her word, Kash peeled Mabel off the floor and chucked her under the bottom rope, though she made a point of BWANGING her back into the steel guardrail beforehand. Shooting in after the Fit Queen, the blonde rolled her foe to the middle of the ring where she splashed across her midsection and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Powers kicked out just after ‘TWO!’ a show of resilience that saved the match but did no favors for her throbbing shoulder. “I’m sure you know how the song goes. When to hold ‘em, when to fold ‘em, all that bullshyt.” Kash murmured as she grabbed hold of Mabel’s left arm and once again stretched her out on her belly. “But one thing it never mentions, just what the hell are you supposed to do when you CAN’T hold ‘em? Let alone walk away or run?”
“Hhhrrgghh… I’d never run from the likes of you, babe.” Powers groaned. “I don’t run from anyOOOOOWWWWWW!”
The Mississippi Queen angled Mabel’s left arm up between her shoulders with a Hammerlock made all the more uncomfortable by the way she braced her left knee across the back of the grounded grappler’s shoulders. “Yeah, I know asshole. Weren’t you listening?” Alana craaaaaaaaanked the Hammerlock a little harder. “I said you’re not going to be able to run away, especially if I set my sights on your fragile little knees.”
KNEE-PRESSED HAMMERLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ekrdIGELKw
“Uuuuhhhh… I’ll show you who’s fragile!” Powers smacked her right hand against the mat and began to drag their combined weight toward the ropes.
“You think inching your way across the mat is gonna earn you new fans?” Kash scoffed. “Hold on, sugar. I’ll show you how to win over new fans.”
Halving her control on the Hammerlock, Alana helped herself to a tawdry handful of Powers’ briefs and yaaaaaaaaaanked them up ‘n out in a cheek-baring wedgie! Mabel squalled in pained outrage, then plain old pain when Kash abandoned the wedgie in favor of raking her nails across those squirming cheeks with malicious impunity! “Hear all those cheers, bytch? Alana teased. “That’s a whole arena full of people remembering how much they enjoy watching the Gambler whoop your dumpy little HEY RRRGGGGHHH!”
Mabel forced her way out from under the Hammerlock, reared back on her knees and pounded a straight right hand into her attacker’s jaw! Alana let loose and turned away with her face in her hands while Powers drew the left arm tight across her torso and collapsed to her back.
The Gambler shook her head clear before returning to her opponent but Powers quickly rose and smacked her with a blistering forearm across her cheek! "Did I break your fragile jaw?" Powers snarled as she pulled those distended bottoms out of her butt cheeks.
Alana gnashed her teeth as she stumbled away, "You bi---ERGH! ERGH! ERGH!" Mabel cupped one hand behind Alana's head to keep it in place as she pounded three more forearms across her cheeks! Mabel then shot her hand between Alana thighs and other over her shoulder, lifting her up sideways and paraded her for a while before hauling her overhead with a Fallaway Slam!
FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJngipRRz8A
Kash rolled onto three of four as one hand clutched the small of her back, grunting in agony. Back in the center, The Fit Queen drew both legs in close and kipped herself back up with a quick display of athleticism. Mabel flexed her biceps and smiled, assured that the previous attack would keep The Mississippi native down for a while. Just in time, Mabel turned around and saw Alana struggling by the ropes. The Fit Queen pressed Kash to the ropes and whipped her across the ring. Mabel made her way halfway across the ring and propelled Kash into the air, flipping over at the apex before crash landing on the small of her back.
BACK BODY DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFt4_lgdym8
"ERGHHH!!" Alana arched her back upon impact and scuttled toward the corner, using the ropes to help herself up but Mabel kept the pressure on. The Fit Queen followed Kash to the buckles and promptly whipped her into the opposing corner. As Alana heard the heavy stomping of her opponent charging in behind her, she lifted a desperate boot into Mabel's chin, sending the brunette staggering back to the center. "Here we go!", Alana charged across the space created by the boot to Mabel's face. "SHI--", her eyes widened in shock when Powers picked her up slightly under the glutes and slammed her into the canvas with a thunderous Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6saQFarX0Yc
The Gambler flattened out like a starfish while Mabel crawled over her body and yelled, "FALL" as she hooked her legs...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Alana spasmed out of the cover and rolled to her side, surviving the stiff Spinebuster. A bewildered Mabel lifted her fingers "Three?" but the ref insisted it was a two. The Fit Queen sat up and tidied her sweat-matted hair while Alana tiredly rolled onto her belly.
"How about a little more stretch?" Mabel asked as she straddled Alana and tucked both her legs under her armpits before sitting down on the small of her back!
"ARGHHHHH!!! GU---GET OFF ME!" Alana cried as Mabel secured her tightly in a classic Boston Crab!
BOSTON CRAB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr9IVGQkeL0
"Too much for you, darling? I think you need to stretch more!" Mabel teased and leaned farther back, increasing the pressure on Kash's back!
Craig Long made no assumptions about the blonde’s exercise regiment, though he was a mite concerned for the condition of her spinal column, thus his query of, “What do you say, Alana?” when the blonde buried both hands in her own hair.
“Don’t ask stupid questions, Long.” she grunted. “I’m doing fine, just AAAARRRGGGHH!”
Powers stood up in the mount, then dropped down, the medicine ball curve of her glutes brushing the aching hollow of the Gambler’s back. But one squat does not a set make, so Mabel repeated the tactic no less than half a dozen times to really make sure her foe felt the burn. “Ask her!” Mabel was standing now, the statuesque battler leeeeeeaaaaaning backward to keep the torque on Kash’s spine. “I can already tell she didn’t warm up properly, it’s no wonder her flexibility is shot!”
No mouthy retort for Long now, Alana waggled a finger ‘no, no, no’ to confirm her continued participation in the contest. “She’s holding on, Mabel.” the referee told the brunette. “Match is still live.”
“That’s fine with me, I’ve barely broken a sweat!”
Looking to make some serious gains now that she had the Mississippi Queen where she wanted, Powers dropped down for another body-bending squat, then rose up and-- Kash planted her palms flat, pushed off the mat and tucked her chin against her sternum so she could swing her way through the brunette’s sinewy stems!
“Say, looks like these stretches are working!” Mabel grinned as looked down at the relieved, albeit still trapped, grappler. “You’re showing increased flexibility alread-- hey now, there’s no need for vulgarity. That’s just rude.”
The vulgarity in question was a pair of middle fingers Alana raised in Powers’ general direction. “You don’t like it, sweet pea?” she huffed. “Do something about it.”
“Oh, I mean to.” Mabel answered, her smile set aside in the face of such blatant disrespect. Feet set flat, she sank down and--“HHHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Alana lunged up, snatched hold of Mabel’s ponytail and yanked her head down so she could jab a thumb in the newcomer’s right eye! Powers forgot all about Kash’s legs in the rush to tend her blurred eye, which proved a costly mistake because Alana drew her knees to her chest and THWHUMPED a resounding Mule Kick into the Fit Queen’s chest! Mabel shot up and away, the big brunette landing flat on the deck several feet from her adversary.
“Hey, keep away from her eyes, Alana! Don’t make me tell you again!”
“It was an accident, asshole. Unless you can prove it wasn’t. And we both know you can’t.”
Dismissing the zebra with an irritated little sneer, Kash clambered to verticality and put both hands to the small of her back to massage out the very worst of the kinks. She was still setting things back in their proper order when Powers sat up with one hand still pressed to her fa--THWHACK! Alana charged and lashed out with a huge Soccer Kick to the brunette’s chest!
“You’re getting up too soon, idiot.” the blonde told Mabel even as she filled her hands with the other wrestler’s hair. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to rest between sets?”
“Thuuuhhh… this isn’t a set, you cheater.” Mabel groaned. “It’s a fight you can’t finEERRRK!”
Kash yanked Powers to boot-leather and immediately wrapped her right hand around the brunette’s throat. Positioned directly to her opponent’s right, Alana reached around with her free hand and snatched hold of her waistband, the tawdry grip all the better to YANK Mabel’s trunks out of sight a heartbeat before she hoisted her into the sky and sat out full force to THAWHAM Powers onto the mat with a particularly vicious Dead Man’s Hand!
DEAD MAN'S HAND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_vjcNqqwTc
Mabel’s back arched on impact and she twisted over onto her stomach only to groan in protest when Alana pulled her back the way she’d came. “Time you cashed out, sugar.” the Gambler purred as she collected Powers’ legs in a snug bundle and pointed her cheeks at the lights for a count of…
The ref slapped the mat for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOO!!
Mabel shot her arm up milliseconds before the third count, irking the Gambler. "Odds are not in your favor, hun." Alana scoffed as she yanked a groggy Mabel up by her disheveled ponytail. Halfway up, the Gambler caught Powers in a Front Facelock and softened her up with a few knees to the midsection for good measure before planting her headfirst into the canvas with a DDT!
"Cover!" the Gambler yelled as she hooked the leg for the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mabel gritted her teeth and powered out of the pin-fall once more. Alana slapped her hands against the mat in frustration, raising a three to the ref while the ref insisted it was a 'TWO'
The Fit Queen made use of the commotion to catch her breath. While struggling to a seat, Kash turned her attention back to her opponent and yanked her by the ponytail. "You are not as tough as you think you are! BYTCH!" Alana accentuated her comment with a slap to the cheek. As Mabel rocked to her side, Alana pulled her head back to the center and SLAAP! "Whatcha gonna do? UGH!"
Sick of the nasty remarks, Powers mustered the strength to fire a shot into Kash's midsection. "You b-UGH! UGH! UGH!" Mabel landed a few more stiff blows under the belly before returning a SLAP that sent Alana spinning into the ropes.
"COME ON! LAST SET! SHOW ME YOUR ENERGY!" Mabel screamed as she rallied to her feet. Kash sent a boot towards Mabel's chest but The Fit Queen immediately thwarted the offense. She caught the boot and threw it back to the ground before lunging in and securing her arm under Alana's chin. With immeasurable strength, Powers lifted Kash into the air and slammed her right back into the mat!
FULLY LOADED
youtu.be/ssv98cs6qkE
Mabel immediately laid across her opponent's chest and hooked both her legs up for the....
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Kash kicked out of the ring-rattling slam with milliseconds to go, causing the crowd to let out a sigh in unison. Not wasting any time, Mabel mounted another offensive, helping Kash onto a seat before securing an arm around her neck!
DRAGON SLEEPER
youtu.be/6-5Lb4hLj94
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Alana screamed back to life as the hold was applied, immediately wagging her finger 'no' before the question was asked. Mabel continued to bring herself upright, forcing her opponent to go along with her to ease the pressure even if slightly. "You give?" Mabel asked but only got a flipping bird in response. "Ok that's it!" Mabel snapped backward and drove Alana's head into the mat with a Reverse DDT!
REVERSE DDT
youtu.be/kS1V17pHMLM
Powers sidled into a Lateral Press while the canvas was still shivering, the newcomer keeping her weight snug to Kash’s chest for a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mabel hadn’t hooked a leg and she paid for it when Alana bridged out of the cover with a whisper to spare. Brow furrowed in consternation following the near-fall, Mabel shook her head to clear away the doubts, then clapped her hands and buried them in the blonde’s hair. “All right, all right, this work out’s almost over, folks!” she called to those assembled. “But, and I cannot stress this enough, we need to finish strong! And I have a gorgeous ending in mind!”
The burgeoning ranks of the Powers’ Pack grew quite raucous as their heroine got to her feet and drew Kash’s noggin between her thighs in a Standing Headscissors. From there she bent down, cinched her arms around Alana’s waist and hoisted her up onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb! Mabel turned in a slow, smooth circle, the hardbody brunette showing off her captive to all four sides of the arena. Doing so raised a louder clamor from those itching to see Kash driven into the deck, but Powers released her grip so she could ‘swat’ Alana’s rump before earning another round of applause via a brawny double bicep flex. Kash remained slumped on her shoulders through all this posturing so Mabel was feeling supremely confident when she grabbed hold of the Gambler’s trunks and muscled her into the air for a truly Gorgeous BoNOOOO!
Kash smacked a Hammer Fist into the bridge of Powers’ nose just as the Fit Queen reached full extension on her lift. The eye-watering shot forced Mabel to release her grip and sent Alana floating over her head to land directly behind. Whipping ‘round to find her quarry before her vision was entirely clear, Powers shrieked in pain Kash made her situation that much worse by jabbing a thumb into her left eye!
“You got a terrible poker face, sweet pea.” Alana snickered as her opponent came to rest with her butt slumped against the middle rope.
“I’ve… I’ve got a great poker face, cheater.” Powers groaned as she rubbed at that eye with the heel of her palm. “I’m just not used to losers sticking their fat fingers in HEYRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Kash was in no mood to listen to such whining, so she charged and leapt over the middle rope so she came down in a seat directly to her opponent’s right. Hooking her right arm across Mabel’s chest to clutch at her left shoulder, Alana snapped away from the strands to land on her back in relative comfort while Powers was pulled forward and down to THWHAM down flat on her face, chest and belly! Sullen and sloppy after a brutal taste of the Mississippi Mud, Mabel only groaned in soft protest when Alana shoveled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for…
MISSISSIPPI MUD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPn6hbNvu0U
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Powers twitched free at the last possible second, her resilience earning a relieved cheer from those assembled.
Alana thanked Craig for the near fall with an upraised middle finger and congratulated Mabel on her tenacity by slapping her right on the mouth! “Looks like you’re down to your last dollar, honey.” the blonde cooed in the midst of hauling the other wrestler to verticality. “Why don’t we Kash you out and call it a night, hmmmh?”
Powers only snuffled something insensible, so Alana reeled her into a Front Facelock and-- Mabel got both hands against the blonde’s hips and shoved hard enough to send Alana backpedaling into the ropes on the other side of the ring. She returned with the fury of a woman scorned and unleashed a Lariat that might’ve cracked Powers’ clavicle if the Gym Goddess hadn’t dipped beneath it and ran to the ropes herself! Kash made no effort to turn around, she simply kept on going to the opposite side, hit those strands and came back for a second pass at--
“UUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!’ from blonde and brunette as they took to the air for identical Flying Crossbody’s that met in midair with a resounding tummy on tummy THWHAP! Mabel and Alana tumbled to the canvas like dropped rocks and tumbled in opposite directions while Craig looked on, the official trying to decide when to start his count.
Both Mabel and Alana struggled to beat the count while clutching their stomachs in agony. The two battlers managed to get on their feet at the same time but Alana quickly landed a Toe Kick to Mabel's midsection that put her down on one knee. The Gambler doubled down and raced to the ropes, looking to take Mabel's head clean off with a boot. "DIE BI...AAAAUUUU!!!" Alana's eyes widened in shock as Mabel hauled her onto the shoulders and drove Kash back-first into the canvas!
POP-UP POWERBOMB
youtu.be/m1pDCxusIJU
Before Alana's hip kissed the canvas, Mabel shoved her opponent back onto fours and pulled her into a Standing Headscissors. "I'm gonna Kash out!" Mabel bellowed as she wrapped her arms around Alana's waist and muscled the blonde’s limp body onto her shoulders. The Fir Queen grabbed Alana by the waistband of her bottoms and elevated her into the air before driving the Gambler into the canvas once more with a Gorgeous Powerbomb!
GORGEOUS POWERBOMB
youtu.be/hzJmCmcH0ow?t=167
The ring rattled loud upon impact and Mabel pulled her opponent in close and nodded her head in time with the ref’s count of…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
DING! DING! DING! Mabel threw Alana's legs aside and quickly rose to her feet, grinning ear-to-ear as the announcement was made.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall…MABEL POOOOOWERS!"
"You're damn right!" Mabel yelled as the ref raised her hand. Shortly after, she went on a victory tour around the ring while the screens at home cut to a word from our sponsors.