Post by hawkeye on Apr 22, 2024 22:55:31 GMT
The arena plunges into darkness, and anticipation builds as the crowd awaits the entrance of Mabel Powers. The venue is filled with the pulsating beat of an energetic workout anthem, setting the stage for a dramatic return. Suddenly, the spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp, revealing Mabel Powers, clad in a sleek and vibrant athletic ensemble that exudes confidence and determination.
"Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer began, “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing 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 exudes an air of athletic royalty, and she knows it. With a wide grin, she runs both hands down her sculpted frame, showcasing her hard-earned physique, and then raises them for a double bicep flex, inviting the crowd to revel in her strength.
MABEL POWERS
Her sweatbands and neatly tied ponytail are a testament to her focus and preparation. As she makes her way down the ramp, Mabel doesn't just walk; she moves with an athlete's purpose and confidence, every motion exuding power and determination.
Clad in her royal blue sports briefs and white sports bra, Mabel is a vision of athletic prowess. The curve of her glutes and the firmness of her breasts are impossible to ignore, drawing admiring glances from the crowd. The black wrestling boots and knee pads complete her look, a symbol of her readiness to take on any challenge in the ring.
Mabel's connection with her fans is evident as she interacts with them along the aisle. Her high-fives and infectious smile create an instant bond, making everyone feel like they are part of the experience. The arena echoes with cheers and applause, showing their unwavering support for the Gym General.
As she hops onto the apron and slides into the ring, Mabel's playful side comes to the fore. With a cheeky jiggle of her booty, she charms the crowd, earning even more cheers and whistles. Her joyful personality and enthusiasm are contagious, igniting the arena with excitement.
Once inside the ring, Mabel continues to capture hearts with her jaunty finger-pointing and warm smiles. The atmosphere is electric, and the Fit Queen revels in it.
In the midst of the electrifying atmosphere, Mabel Powers, fueled by determination, swears revenge on Amara Singh. The fire in her eyes intensifies as she envisions the previous encounter where Amara had brutally defeated her in a street fight.
Having ravaged opponents in the British Isles over the past months, the captivating groove of Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull’s "Exotic” breaks through the buzz, heralding the glorious return of the Subcontinental Siren.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU ).
Excited yet repulsed by the appearance of the Empress, the despicable Singh draws the enmity of nearly every arena occupant as she reclaims the attention of every FAWNatic.
The Bollywood Bombshell claims the stage on her own two feet, her iconic palanquin having been so cruelly destroyed by her one-time, co-tag champion and revenge-seeking Alexis Suguitan years ago. Revenge had been found by the Penthouse Panther, putting Amara out of commission for a year before Singh came back to come up short against the celebrated Sue Burlingame. That loss sent Singh into seclusion, but eventual return in England, Shea London accepting a draw like the Empress with open if wary arms into her federation.
Since Amara had been provided special guest privileges to the place where she’d made her name, including a vile display of dominance against the woman in the ring, Amara emerging victorious in her All Hallows’ Evil Calcutta Street Fight.
Powers, having demanded a chance to redeem herself, would be laid waste one final time tonight, and after, the decision whether to stay and lay waste to the rest of FAWN would be made.
Heading to the ring, the unworthy throng gets a few precious seconds to bask in her nearby radiance, the Indian import making no verbal effort to respond to the jeers hurled in her direction, though she occasionally raises a threatening hand to any cretin extending grubby fingers too close.
For the evening's display of destruction of the so-called Gym General, Singh wears a regal aquamarine and gold two-piece affair, ornate gold wristbands with similarly hued pads and boots completing the gear.
AMARA SINGH
As the former World Champion enters the squared circle, Singh gives Mabel an imperious once over before claiming the middle of the battleground, lifting her arms high and wide.
As the boos grow louder still, the announcer tries to overcome them.
"And her opponent. Standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 133 pounds from Cawnpore, India…the Empress…the Bollywood Bombshell…AMARA SINGH!"
Smirking at the jeers, the Bollywood Bully motions to the crowd to bring all the hate they can. They oblige as she moves to her corner and readies to dispense with the pitiful Mabel once more.
DING!
As the bell rings signaling the start of the match, Mabel Powers wastes no time. She makes a beeline for Amara Singh, her steps purposeful and determined. Stopping just before the center of the ring, Mabel assumes a grappling stance, her muscles tense and ready for action. With focused intensity, she begins to circle around the center, her eyes locked on Amara, analyzing her every move, searching for an opening to unleash her vengeance.
The competitors lunge at each other, their bodies colliding as they engage in a fierce collar-and-elbow tie-up. Muscles strain as they push back and forth, each vying for dominance in the middle. However, it's Powers managing to gain the upper hand, using her strength and determination to push Singh towards the ropes.
With a burst of effort, Mabel forces Amara against the strands, causing the referee to intervene and order a break.
"ONE! TWO! THREE..."
The Gym General slowly relinquishes her grasp, her eyes narrowing with a mix of surprise and indignation. Before she can fully process what's happening, Amara strikes, delivering a sharp slap across Mabel's cheek! Mabel's hand instinctively rises to her stinging face, her expression seething with anger as she tries to lay her hands on the Bollywood Bully.
"Hey! Hey! Back off! I'm on the ropes!" Amara complains, her voice tinged with frustration as she maneuvers herself halfway out of the ring, using the ropes for support.
With a dismissive wave of her hand, she attempts to shoo Mabel off. Reluctantly, the Gym General retreats under persuasion of the ref, her jaw clenched in frustration at the interruption. Mabel reluctantly honors the rules, giving Amara the space she demands to return to the center of the squared circle.
As the competitors circle once more, tension hangs thick in the air. Mabel and Amara, both determined to gain the upper hand, lock eyes with fierce intensity. Ready for another lock-up, they inch closer, each prepared to seize any opportunity for advantage.
But before they can engage, Amara swiftly slips behind Mabel, trapping her in a tight waistlock. Mabel's instincts kick in immediately, and she dips her hips, resisting Amara's attempt to take her down to the ground. With gritted teeth, the Gym General refuses to yield, using her strength and technique to hold her ground.
Slowly, Mabel begins to backpedal, her movements calculated as she maneuvers both herself and Amara towards a corner. With a deft shift of her weight, Mabel sandwiches Amara between her own body and the unforgiving turnbuckles, effectively neutralizing her opponent's advantage.
The referee swiftly intervenes and orders another break.
"ONE! TWO! THREE!..."
Feeling the tension ease as Singh's arms lift from around Powers’ waist, the Gym General remains vigilant, ready to counter any sudden moves. With a quick, decisive motion, Mabel throws a sharp back elbow, ensuring Amara understands the consequences of any deceptive actions. Amara, caught off guard by Mabel's swift response, recoils momentarily from the impact, her momentum disrupted by the unexpected strike.
Seizing the opportunity with precision, Powers grabs hold of Singh and swiftly drags her along the ropes. With a powerful whip, she sends Amara hurtling across the canvas. The Gym General positions herself in the center, ready to deliver a devastating clothesline on the return of the Empress.
But in a split-second display of agility, Amara ducks under the incoming scythe-like swing, narrowly avoiding Mabel's attack. Undeterred, the Bollywood Bully presses on to the next set of cables, continuing her sprint.
Mabel reacts with lightning-fast reflexes, dropping into a prone position just as Amara approaches again, forcing her opponent to leap over. As Amara rebounds off the ropes a third time, Mabel springs into action, executing a flawless Hip Toss with expert precision.
Hip Toss 00:06 ( youtu.be/-bXKHo85HRA?si=gv5tyIfCS2vOk9lV )
Singh lands harshly on her tailbone, frowning from the painful landing. As Amara scrambles to her feet, Powers seizes the opportunity with lightning-fast reflexes. With a swift motion, she grabs hold of the Indian's right arm and expertly traps her in an armbar. Feeling the strain intensify, Amara grimaces in discomfort rather than pain. She steadies her breathing as she figures out an escape strategy.
Mabel, determined to maintain control, constantly pushes Amara's face away from her, increasing the discomfort of the hold. With each push, the pressure on Singh's arm amplifies, eliciting groans from the Bollywood Bully.
The former World and Tag Champion has experienced worse and Amara eventually finds her footing, using her strength to shift the momentum in her favor. In a swift motion, she reverses the hold, transitioning into an arm wrench, applying her own brand of pressure to Mabel's right arm.
Amara begins clubbing Mabel on her foe’s right shoulder, delivering punishing blows in retaliation. Each strike reverberates through Mabel's body, testing her endurance and resilience.
Sliding a hand between Mabel's legs while the other goes over her shoulder, Amara scoops Mabel up with ease, lifting her into the air. The crowd gasps in awe as they witness the display of raw power that places the Gym General across the Bombshell’s right shoulder.
With a resounding impact, Amara slams Mabel HARD into the thinly-sheathed deck with a Scoop Slam, the force of the impact reverberating throughout the ring. Mabel has the breath knocked out of her as she scowls in pain, hand rubbing at her lower spine.
Body Slam ( youtu.be/8uvw6gXSkjo?si=CrQuKmJzPQb3HpJX )
Gazing down at Powers with smirking satisfaction, Amara sends a stomp into the taut abdomen of the Gym General, the brunette jackknifing around the impact before falling flat once more.
Deciding Mabel needs and deserves more, Singh skips over her foe and surges to the rubber-coated steel of the cables. She hits the ropes in a rebound and takes flight, extending her copper-skinned stems in front of her to drop the right across Mabel’s throat.
Unfortunately for the Empress, Powers rolls clear, and Amara THUMPS her tailbone into the canvas-covered floorboards. The face of the Bollywood Bombshell twists in pain as her hands fly beneath her ass to massage away some of the throbbing waves emanating from her derriere.
The chuckling crowd stings as much or more for the proud Singh. She sneers at the FAWNatics as she rises, hands still kneading her bum. The pain is enough a distraction, Amara is unaware Mabel’s also risen and the Gym General impales Amara with a toe kick to her foe’s bronzed belly.
With the Indian bent and breathless, Mabel wraps a muscular arm around the neck of Singh in a backhand grip. Powers tugs Amara’s head and torso backward, bending the former World and Tag Champion in a vulnerable bridging arch, securing a dragon sleeper grip on the captured Bollywood Bully. Mabel lays out and SLAMS the back of Singh’s skull into the deck with a reverse DDT, then, with her dragon sleeper grip still tight, Powers wraps her powerful gams around Singh’s midriff, tightening the scissors while cinching her sleeper.
Sensing the danger of her hold on the Empress, the murmur of the crowd grows, particularly when Amara’s arms rise above her and flail uselessly, Singh squirming within the scissors but unable to break loose. The wrapped arm across her carotid slowing her blood flow, Amara’s lids flutter over increasingly glazed dark eyes.
The assembled start to chant “TAP…TAP…TAP!”
The Subcontinental Siren isn’t obliging, but neither is she breaking free, instead growing more flaccid by the second in Powers’ grip.
Desperation emerging, Singh gets her boot soles beneath her and pushes, slowly rolling Mabel onto her shoulders beneath the Bombshell. Stacked on them by Amara, the Gym General releases her clasp after ONE…and…TWO…
Slipping out from under a sleepy Singh, the brunette grabs a wrist of the slack Amara and tugs the Empress to rubbery legs. Mabel spins and heaves Amara toward the far corner. Somehow, the Indian remains upright, and she turns into a spine-testing collision with the buckles. Powers is close behind, lifting off from several feet out and CRUSHING the winner of their Calcutta Street Fight underneath a hardbody avalanche.
The Gym General bounces away from the impact, settling center stage, letting a sloppy Singh stagger out of the buckles toward her. Mabel delivers a forearm shiver to Amara’s jaw that spins the golden-brown grappler in a 180. But still, Singh refuses to taste the mat.
With her back now turned from Powers, Amara has her legs split by a looping arm of the brunette. Her fellow power-packed destroyer lifts Singh off her feet, the worry in Amara’s eyes growing stronger than the previous glassiness as she loses touch with the canvas.
‘Hupping’ the former World and Tag champion HIGH and across her shoulders, Singh left staring into the rafters atop the broad trapezius of the Gym General, Mabel wraps one arm around the legs of the Empress, while swinging the other around her foe’s neck, capturing the faltering Indian in a Torture Rack.
Powers bends into a slight crouch to increase the pressure on Amara’s vertebrae, Singh mewling in pain from Mabel’s good work. The Gym General then takes her power game out for a spin, marching around the ring with her captured Bollywood Bombshell, trying to snap Singh in two as she trudges in a circuit that has Amara howling in anguish by the end of the trip.
Showing some weariness from the trek, Mabel ends her dominant display by laying out and sending the Siren SMASHING to earth with a modified Samoan Drop that sees Singh land HEAVILY on her face and chest. The momentum of the impact sends a dazed Amara flopping to her back, ending in a wide and motionless spreadeagle.
An animated and eager Powers spins and scrambles to the splayed Singh. She hooks both legs of her foe and twirls into a back press pin of Amara’s chest, the Bollywood Bully’s booty pointed to the lights above in a cradled pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Bombshell’s body spasms to life, Amara escaping Mabel’s grip and flopping to her side, the official making it clear Powers only reached a near-fall.
The Gym General nods, accepting the close-but-no-cigar call. She quickly gets back to work on the wavering Singh.
As Amara reaches her chest and starts to rise to all fours, Powers mounts her in a standing, forward-facing straddle and SLAMS her backside into the base of the Bombshell’s spine, sending the golden-brown grappler flat to the canvas on her chest. A crouching Mabel snatches Singh’s left arm and posts it over a knee, then does likewise with the Indian’s right.
Realizing what the Gym General has in mind, namely infringing on Amara’s gimmick by attempting to outdo the most infamous Camel Clutch in the game, Mabel laces her fingers and cups them under the chin of the Empress.
Submission secured, Mabel leans back with Amara’s head and torso in tow, again tormenting the bruised vertebrae of the former World and Tag Champion. If Mabel’s clutch is less famous than Amara’s, it doesn’t seem any less devastating, as after working at Singh’s spine for long seconds, Amara’s muffled mewls grow louder.
“Ask her,” Mabel demands. “She knows I’m the real Clutch-wrestler. Tap out and make it official, Amara.”
The official drops to his knees in front of the Empress.
“Whaddya say, Singh? You want to give up?”
“Nmmmpph,” Amara burbles in less than convincing fashion, but it’s enough for the ref to give her the benefit of the doubt. He waves off any thought of the crowd she’s surrendered.
Impressed but also perturbed, Powers unlaces her fingers, instead sending them into the long raven locks of the Indian.
Mabel POUNDS Amara’s features into the deck, ONE…TWO…THREE TIMES before releasing her grip on Singh’s ebony mane and rising from her couch to hover over the face down and faltering Empress.
The Gym General gives a stomp to the lower back of the grounded Indian, forcing Singh to roll face up to avoid any further abuse.
“You’re going to regret…GUHHH!”
The Bollywood Bombshell’s threat is abbreviated by a gutting boot to Singh’s navel, folding Amara into a momentary ‘V’ before she returns to horizontal.
With the Empress quieted, Mabel hustles to the nearby corner, climbs to the top, and turns to face her target. She measures Amara in the frame of raised thumbs and forefingers, then launches to impale Singh’s sternum with her signature Top Rope Elbow Drop.
Top Rope Elbow Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CMoQZ-JGiw ) :52
Mabel’s bony cap lances the cleft of Amara’s bronzed bosom, sending Singh into a fit of spasms as her heart surely skips a beat from the brutal attack, Amara’s body shuddering uncontrollably.
With determination burning in her eyes, Mabel presses Amara into the canvas before her opponent can even curl onto her side, effectively pinning her shoulders down.
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!!!
Mabel's expression reflects a mix of frustration and determination as she realizes the match is far from over. With renewed vigor, Powers rises to her feet, bringing Amara along with her with a tug of the raven locks. The Gym General guides Amara into the corner, pressing her against the turnbuckles and, with a display of strength and agility, Mabel then hauls Amara onto a seat on the top ropes. Powers soon joins the Subcontinental Siren on the top rope, rallying the crowd as she signals for a big move.
Sensing the imminent danger, Amara Singh springs back to life with a fierce determination to fight back. With adrenaline coursing through her veins, she refuses to succumb to the Gym General's dominance. The two competitors perch precariously on the ropes, their bodies poised for an exchange of haymakers.
As the exchange of fists ensues, Amara unleashes a barrage of successive punches, each one finding its mark with precision. Mabel, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, begins to teeter on the edge of the ropes, struggling to maintain her balance under Amara's relentless assault.
With a final surge of strength, Amara delivers a powerful headbutt, sending the Gym General tumbling from the ropes, crashing down onto the mat below with a resounding thud. With the Bollywood Bully perched precariously on the top ropes, Powers begins to regain her footing with determination etched across her face. However, before she can fully orient herself, Amara springs into action with a daring aerial maneuver.
As Mabel turns around to face her opponent, she's met with the sight of the Subcontinental Siren hurtling through the air. As Amara extends her body, aiming for the Diving Crossbody, Mabel Powers reacts with lightning-fast reflexes. In a stunning display of strength, she catches Amara out of the air, leaving the Subcontinental Siren wide-eyed with shock as she finds herself ensnared in Mabel's grip.
Mabel plants Amara into the canvas with a powerful slam before hoisting Amara back into the air. The audience watches in awe as Mabel lifts Singh from a potential pinning position and sends Amara flying across the ring like a sack of rice with a Fallaway Slam, the impact echoing throughout the arena.
Falling Powerslam and Fallaway Slam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0_4UhK4Bws&pp=ygUNZmFsbGF3YXkgc2xhbQ%3D%3D)
With the crowd roaring its approval, the Fit Queen springs back to her feet with a kip up, showcasing her agility and resilience. The arena reverberates with cheers and applause as Mabel stands tall and goes into a double bicep flex. Meanwhile, Amara, recognizing the need for a strategic retreat, rolls out of the ring, seeking a momentary respite from Mabel's relentless assault. The audience watches with bated breath as Amara takes a breather on the outside, the intensity of the match momentarily subdued.
Powers basks in the adulation of the crowd. She feels the energy coursing through her veins, fueling her determination to win this revenge match. With a confident stride, she approaches the ringside where Amara has taken refuge. She drops to the canvas and slides out to join her foe, Singh turned away from the arriving brunette.
With a burst of renewed aggression, Mabel seizes Amara by the hair, turns the Empress toward the squared circle and slams her opponent's head against the edge of the ring apron with incredible force.
As Amara staggers away from the impact, trying to distance herself from Mabel's relentless assault, her movements are unsteady, and her senses are clouded.
The Gym General refuses to let her opponent escape so easily. Mabel closes the distance with Amara with several swift strides. Powers seizes Amara by her foe’s dark mane once more. Again, Mabel drags her adversary back towards the ring apron, again slamming Amara's forehead into the apron.
Singh, reeling from the repeated strikes to her skull, struggles to maintain her balance. She leans heavily against the apron for support.
Powers seizes Amara's wrists to push her advantage, intending to whip her opponent into the steel steps. However, Amara, despite her woozy state, plants a foot into the arena floor and turns the tables on her adversary. With a swift twist of her body, Amara counters Mabel's attempt, and instead sends the Gym General crashing into the steel steps.
"UGHH!!" Mabel lets out a pained groan as she lays at the foot of the metal stairs. With Mabel struggling to regain her bearings, Amara takes advantage of an opportunity to recover.
"...7..."
With the count approaching a double count-out, the Bollywood Bully scoops Mabel up and shoves her under the ropes, returning the fight into the ring, ensuring it ends with Mabel in utter humiliating defeat rather than simply being counted out.
"GET UP!" Amara demands as she pulls the brunette back to vertical.
As Mabel fights to rise, Amara seizes her opponent by a wrist with an iron grip. Intent on delivering a punishing move, Amara initially appears poised to whip Mabel into the ropes. However, in a sudden twist, she reels Mabel back in, wedging her hands under Mabel's arms with a calculated maneuver.
With a display of raw strength, Amara hoists Mabel as high as possible, suspending her in the air for a fleeting moment. Then, with a swift and brutal motion, she brings Mabel crashing down onto a posted knee, the impact driving the breath from Mabel's lungs.
Elevated Backbreaker (www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UBf3YxvCu0)
An arched Mabel hangs lifeless across Amara's knees, her body wracked with pain, Powers barely responsive.
"Your Clutch is nothing compared to mine!" Amara proclaims, Singh asserting her superiority with a hint of disdain, making her choice of finish and its impending arrival extremely clear.
The Empress lets Powers spill to the deck off her knee, Mabel landing on her chest, an arm reaching back to the base of her spine. A smirking Singh moves to a forward-facing, standing straddle of the brunette and, when Mabel starts to rise, Amara THUMPS her ab9undant caboose into the base of the Gym General’s spine.
Flattened to the canvas, a wincing Powers slowly slithers on the mat, trying to move from under the Bollywood Bombshell. But Singh’s not having it, dropping to a crouch over Mabel’s lower vertebrae. The copper-skinned grappler posts one of Mabel’s bent arms over a knee, then does likewise on the opposite site, the FAWNatics groaning as they see the end nearing.
Amara laces her fingers into a familiar cup and slides it under Powers’ chin, then hauls back, bringing her foe’s head and torso with her, forcing Powers’ backbone into an increasingly barbaric arch.
Camel Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-vwCVj6cfI&list=PL0kg7jYEdPNEIDCmVTkNAV9wCLD8AvSw8 )
“Give up,” The Subcontinental Siren demands. “Or I snap it.”
The official drops to a knee, getting his face into a mewling Mabel’s.
“Whaddya say?”
The Gym General can manage little but a muffled ‘nnnmmpphhh’.
The ref correctly interprets it as a refusal. He waves off the any thought the assembled might have Powers has given up.
The crowd quickly organizes a chant of “PLEASE…DON’T…TAP”, all the while knowing it’s only a matter of time.
But as the seconds start to grow and Powers refuses to capitulate, Amara breaks her grip to slam forearm blasts into her adversary’s chest, before reapplying.
Still, the Gym General rejects both the Indian and the official’s call to give in.
Frustrated, and in disbelief, the former World and Tag champ breaks her grip once more, sinking her digits into Mabel’s mane. She THROWS the brunette’s face into the thinly-sheathed floorboards, the crowd groaning when Mabel’s face PLOWS into the mat.
Mabel appears a twisted wreck, grasping at the base of her spinal column, features etched in pain. But what she hasn’t done, as so many have before her, is surrender to the most renowned Camel Clutch in the game.
Rising to her feet, a flustered Singh sends a furious stomp into the aching backbone of the brunette.
“You want to show me up, do you?” Amara asks. “Insult me? Well, maybe I’ll do a little insulting of my own.”
The Empress snatches a wrist and shoulder and slowly pulls a grimacing Gym General to verticality. Singh pivots and tosses Mabel across the expanse of the ring, Powers sent sprinting to the far buckles, turning at the last second, unwisely taking the impact against her battered vertebrae.
Mabel yelps in agony from the collision. Her long muscular, alabaster stems switch off and she plops to her derriere, lower limbs extended in front of her, upper half leaning heavily against the lower buckle, head drooping.
Waiting only an instant, the Bollywood Bully follows her target in, lifting off from a few feet out and twisting into a MASSIVE hip check that leaves Mabel shellshocked, her eyes turning cloudy from the potentially concussive impact.
With Powers’ head wobbling, a beaming Singh snatches a handful of brown locks and holds her foe’s noggin steady.
“How about I serv you a little dinner, peasant?”
Amara turns her ass to Mabel’s mug and stuffs the brunette’s face DEEP into the pear-shaped bum, nose pressed tight to the spandex-covered crack of Singh’s backside. The Indian swivels her hips seductively, giving Powers a faceful of her Harem Shake, scrubbing the Gym General’s mug raw with her taut cheeks.
Harem Shake ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wR3TRVoG40 ) :04
Pulling away to allow Mabel’s glassy-eyed, greasy face to emerge, Singh looks down on her foe with disdain.
“You should have learned your place, peasant!”
Amara peels Powers off the deck and scoops an arm between the ivory legs of her foe. With surprising ease, Singh ‘hups’ the Gym General across her shoulders, then slowly, showing the depth of her power, shifts the softly squirming brunette to one.
Amara presses Mabel’s body overhead, drawing an echoing ‘OOOOOH’ from the FAWNatics. She gathers her balance to surge across the ring and launch Mabel to a ring-rattling crash into the far buckles, courtesy an unreal Lawn Dart Toss.
Lawn Dart Toss ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xgbOgqwLyhY ) :14
But as Amara shuffles toward her fling, Powers wriggles loose and drops to the canvas behind Singh. With the Empress already creating significant momentum in the direction of the corner, Mabel adds a heavy shove to Amara’s motion and the Bollywood Bombshell blows up as she hits the corner at full speed chest-first.
The Indian strikes with incredible force and backpedals from the collision, right into the arms of a dipping Gym General. It’s Powers’ turn to show her strength and the destroyer-class brunette vaults Amara across her shoulders, Singh’s face and chest pointed to the rafters.
But instead of marching around the ring with Singh in a Torture Rack, Mabel knows her spine is in no condition to hold Amara like this for long. Instead, she lays out and sends the Bombshell plummeting to earth in an inverted Samoan Drop, the front of Amara’s golden-brown torso THWUMPPING against the canvas-covered plywood with a meaty THUD!
Scrambling to face her floored foe, Mabel shoves the demolished Singh to her back and settles atop her adversary with a lateral press, hooking the far leg to get her…
ONE…
TWO…
Singh kicks loose, rolling to her right shoulder and hip to save herself from the humiliation of losing to the power-packed peasant.
Wanting to show her workout regimen is every bit as good as that of the Empress, Mabel ‘helps’ Singh to her feet, Amara’s copper-skinned frame sagging from Powers’ ring awakening.
Pressing palms into the Indian’s chest and pelvis, a dipping Gym General puts her muscle on display, pumping her fellow destroyer heavenward with a colossal Gorilla Press overhead. She then lowers a wide-eyed Singh down then pushes up AGAIN to prove who the strongest in the ring really is.
A panicked Amara shakes her head in pleading fashion before Mabel lets the Siren plummet to earth from on high.
Gorilla Press Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7q5WgBAzdE&list=PL-Ut_mh0yCDfWWAePU-CNCBntmNbkM1Rq&index=2 ) 1:38
The Empress CRASHES into the canvas and bounces absently to her back from the force of the impact.
Eyeing an opportunity, the brunette skips over the faltering Singh and races to the ropes. She rebounds out of the springy strands and takes to the air above her adversary, both long legs extended. The limbs THUMP down across Amara’s chest and throat, Singh spasming under the Gym General’s gams.
With her legs draped across the ruined Bollywood Bully, Mabel props on her palms, seated next to the crumbling Empress in a pre-made pin. The official slides down beside and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Unwilling for the peasant to prove herself her equal, Singh shoves a shoulder up, if barely, remaining in the match by the scantest of margins. Powers looks disappointed, slapping the canvas. She double-checks with the ref. The man nods and holds up two fingers, assuring the match continues.
Mabel acknowledges in return and rises to her feet, watching the mighty Empress crawl on her hands and knees, desperately trying to escape the wrath of the Gym General.
Driven by a surge of rage and determination, Mabel Powers wastes no time in thwarting Amara's escape plan. With swift and decisive action, she closes the distance between them and seizes Amara by the hair, her grip firm and unyielding.
Ignoring any concerns about the rules, Mabel drags Amara back to the center of the ring with relentless force.
As the Bollywood Bully protests vehemently, demanding the referee's intervention due to Mabel's grip on her hair, the official quickly steps in to enforce the rules. Sensing the admonition, Mabel releases Amara's raven locks, adhering to the referee's directive, albeit reluctantly.
However, Mabel wastes no time in capitalizing on the opportunity. She grabs hold of Amara once again, this time lifting Singh to her feet. Before Amara can fully recover from the disorientation, Mabel delivers a thunderous clothesline, knocking her opponent back down to the mat.
Without hesitation, Powers unleashes a second clothesline when Amara scrambles to her feet, the impact reverberating through the arena.
"TWO!" Mabel shouts, her voice ringing out with determination as Amara struggles to regain her bearings. Despite her disorientation, Amara manages to rise to her feet, albeit fumbling and unsteady.
"LAST REP!"
Seizing the moment, Mabel launches into a third and final clothesline, her momentum unstoppable as she delivers the devastating blow. With a resounding impact, Amara is sent flipping inside out, her body crumpling to the mat in a heap.
"THREE!" The crowd shouts in unison and Mabel goes into a double bicep flex pose to rally the crowd.
With a contagious enthusiasm, Powers addresses the electrified crowd, her voice with infectious energy. "Come on, guys, pump it up! Let me feel your energy!" she exclaims, gesturing for the audience to raise the roof with their cheers and applause.
As the crowd responds with an even louder roar of excitement, Mabel feeds off their energy, her adrenaline pumping as she hypes herself up for the thrilling climax of the match.
Gleaming with determination, The Gym General peels Amara off the canvas and puts her in a standing headscissors. With a firm grip around Amara's waist, Mabel hauls her adversary onto her shoulders, the weight of her opponent balanced precariously. Despite a momentary stumble, Mabel quickly regains her footing.
Mabel grabs hold of Amara's waistband, providing the extra lift needed to hoist her opponent into the air.
The crowd watches in awe as Mabel showcases her incredible power, the anticipation building as she prepares to unleash her devastating finishing maneuver. As the realization of her predicament dawns on her, Amara's eyes widen in shock, a look of disbelief washing over her features. With a sense of desperation, she shakes her head vigorously 'no'.
Ignoring Amara's desperate pleas, Mabel Powers is unrelenting in her pursuit of victory. With a determined focus, she brings her opponent crashing back down to the canvas with a thunderous powerbomb, the impact echoing throughout the arena.
Gorgeous Bomb (https://youtu.be/MDE4bw7KDaI?si=bqzDXQP1RFNycOvJ)
With Amara Singh folded in her grasp, the seated Mabel pulls the former World Champion close to herself, a determined nod signaling her confidence in victory. The referee's hand strikes the canvas for the count...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The arena erupts into a deafening roar as the referee's hand completes the final count, signaling the end of the match.
Mabel emerges victorious, her triumph met with thunderous applause and cheers from the electrified crowd. With Amara defeated and the crowd chanting her name, the Gym General basks in the adulation of her fans, posing for her fans as Amara struggles out of the ring.
Defeated but unbowed, Singh struggles to exit the ring, her frustration evident as she makes her way backstage.
Seizing the opportunity to address the audience directly, Mabel retrieves a microphone from ringside, the spotlight shining brightly on her as she demands attention.
"Listen up, everyone!" Mabel's voice booms through the arena, commanding the crowd's full attention. "I'm not done with Amara yet. I want a rubber match, a chance to settle the score once and for all."
The crowd erupts into excited murmurs at Mabel's bold challenge, the prospect of a another rematch between these two fierce competitors electrifying the atmosphere.
Amara's expression twists with fury, her teeth gnashing as she meets Mabel's gaze with unbridled hostility. "You're on, peasant!" she declares, her voice dripping with venom. "But I pick the stipulation! And I will destroy you!"
The crowd buzzes with anticipation at the Bollywood Bombshell’s fiery response, the prospect of a rubber match between these two fierce competitors igniting palpable anticipation throughout the arena.
Amara swiftly exits the arena, leaving Mabel to enjoy her victory, while it lasts.
"Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer began, “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing 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 exudes an air of athletic royalty, and she knows it. With a wide grin, she runs both hands down her sculpted frame, showcasing her hard-earned physique, and then raises them for a double bicep flex, inviting the crowd to revel in her strength.
MABEL POWERS
Her sweatbands and neatly tied ponytail are a testament to her focus and preparation. As she makes her way down the ramp, Mabel doesn't just walk; she moves with an athlete's purpose and confidence, every motion exuding power and determination.
Clad in her royal blue sports briefs and white sports bra, Mabel is a vision of athletic prowess. The curve of her glutes and the firmness of her breasts are impossible to ignore, drawing admiring glances from the crowd. The black wrestling boots and knee pads complete her look, a symbol of her readiness to take on any challenge in the ring.
Mabel's connection with her fans is evident as she interacts with them along the aisle. Her high-fives and infectious smile create an instant bond, making everyone feel like they are part of the experience. The arena echoes with cheers and applause, showing their unwavering support for the Gym General.
As she hops onto the apron and slides into the ring, Mabel's playful side comes to the fore. With a cheeky jiggle of her booty, she charms the crowd, earning even more cheers and whistles. Her joyful personality and enthusiasm are contagious, igniting the arena with excitement.
Once inside the ring, Mabel continues to capture hearts with her jaunty finger-pointing and warm smiles. The atmosphere is electric, and the Fit Queen revels in it.
In the midst of the electrifying atmosphere, Mabel Powers, fueled by determination, swears revenge on Amara Singh. The fire in her eyes intensifies as she envisions the previous encounter where Amara had brutally defeated her in a street fight.
Having ravaged opponents in the British Isles over the past months, the captivating groove of Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull’s "Exotic” breaks through the buzz, heralding the glorious return of the Subcontinental Siren.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU ).
Excited yet repulsed by the appearance of the Empress, the despicable Singh draws the enmity of nearly every arena occupant as she reclaims the attention of every FAWNatic.
The Bollywood Bombshell claims the stage on her own two feet, her iconic palanquin having been so cruelly destroyed by her one-time, co-tag champion and revenge-seeking Alexis Suguitan years ago. Revenge had been found by the Penthouse Panther, putting Amara out of commission for a year before Singh came back to come up short against the celebrated Sue Burlingame. That loss sent Singh into seclusion, but eventual return in England, Shea London accepting a draw like the Empress with open if wary arms into her federation.
Since Amara had been provided special guest privileges to the place where she’d made her name, including a vile display of dominance against the woman in the ring, Amara emerging victorious in her All Hallows’ Evil Calcutta Street Fight.
Powers, having demanded a chance to redeem herself, would be laid waste one final time tonight, and after, the decision whether to stay and lay waste to the rest of FAWN would be made.
Heading to the ring, the unworthy throng gets a few precious seconds to bask in her nearby radiance, the Indian import making no verbal effort to respond to the jeers hurled in her direction, though she occasionally raises a threatening hand to any cretin extending grubby fingers too close.
For the evening's display of destruction of the so-called Gym General, Singh wears a regal aquamarine and gold two-piece affair, ornate gold wristbands with similarly hued pads and boots completing the gear.
AMARA SINGH
As the former World Champion enters the squared circle, Singh gives Mabel an imperious once over before claiming the middle of the battleground, lifting her arms high and wide.
As the boos grow louder still, the announcer tries to overcome them.
"And her opponent. Standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 133 pounds from Cawnpore, India…the Empress…the Bollywood Bombshell…AMARA SINGH!"
Smirking at the jeers, the Bollywood Bully motions to the crowd to bring all the hate they can. They oblige as she moves to her corner and readies to dispense with the pitiful Mabel once more.
DING!
As the bell rings signaling the start of the match, Mabel Powers wastes no time. She makes a beeline for Amara Singh, her steps purposeful and determined. Stopping just before the center of the ring, Mabel assumes a grappling stance, her muscles tense and ready for action. With focused intensity, she begins to circle around the center, her eyes locked on Amara, analyzing her every move, searching for an opening to unleash her vengeance.
The competitors lunge at each other, their bodies colliding as they engage in a fierce collar-and-elbow tie-up. Muscles strain as they push back and forth, each vying for dominance in the middle. However, it's Powers managing to gain the upper hand, using her strength and determination to push Singh towards the ropes.
With a burst of effort, Mabel forces Amara against the strands, causing the referee to intervene and order a break.
"ONE! TWO! THREE..."
The Gym General slowly relinquishes her grasp, her eyes narrowing with a mix of surprise and indignation. Before she can fully process what's happening, Amara strikes, delivering a sharp slap across Mabel's cheek! Mabel's hand instinctively rises to her stinging face, her expression seething with anger as she tries to lay her hands on the Bollywood Bully.
"Hey! Hey! Back off! I'm on the ropes!" Amara complains, her voice tinged with frustration as she maneuvers herself halfway out of the ring, using the ropes for support.
With a dismissive wave of her hand, she attempts to shoo Mabel off. Reluctantly, the Gym General retreats under persuasion of the ref, her jaw clenched in frustration at the interruption. Mabel reluctantly honors the rules, giving Amara the space she demands to return to the center of the squared circle.
As the competitors circle once more, tension hangs thick in the air. Mabel and Amara, both determined to gain the upper hand, lock eyes with fierce intensity. Ready for another lock-up, they inch closer, each prepared to seize any opportunity for advantage.
But before they can engage, Amara swiftly slips behind Mabel, trapping her in a tight waistlock. Mabel's instincts kick in immediately, and she dips her hips, resisting Amara's attempt to take her down to the ground. With gritted teeth, the Gym General refuses to yield, using her strength and technique to hold her ground.
Slowly, Mabel begins to backpedal, her movements calculated as she maneuvers both herself and Amara towards a corner. With a deft shift of her weight, Mabel sandwiches Amara between her own body and the unforgiving turnbuckles, effectively neutralizing her opponent's advantage.
The referee swiftly intervenes and orders another break.
"ONE! TWO! THREE!..."
Feeling the tension ease as Singh's arms lift from around Powers’ waist, the Gym General remains vigilant, ready to counter any sudden moves. With a quick, decisive motion, Mabel throws a sharp back elbow, ensuring Amara understands the consequences of any deceptive actions. Amara, caught off guard by Mabel's swift response, recoils momentarily from the impact, her momentum disrupted by the unexpected strike.
Seizing the opportunity with precision, Powers grabs hold of Singh and swiftly drags her along the ropes. With a powerful whip, she sends Amara hurtling across the canvas. The Gym General positions herself in the center, ready to deliver a devastating clothesline on the return of the Empress.
But in a split-second display of agility, Amara ducks under the incoming scythe-like swing, narrowly avoiding Mabel's attack. Undeterred, the Bollywood Bully presses on to the next set of cables, continuing her sprint.
Mabel reacts with lightning-fast reflexes, dropping into a prone position just as Amara approaches again, forcing her opponent to leap over. As Amara rebounds off the ropes a third time, Mabel springs into action, executing a flawless Hip Toss with expert precision.
Hip Toss 00:06 ( youtu.be/-bXKHo85HRA?si=gv5tyIfCS2vOk9lV )
Singh lands harshly on her tailbone, frowning from the painful landing. As Amara scrambles to her feet, Powers seizes the opportunity with lightning-fast reflexes. With a swift motion, she grabs hold of the Indian's right arm and expertly traps her in an armbar. Feeling the strain intensify, Amara grimaces in discomfort rather than pain. She steadies her breathing as she figures out an escape strategy.
Mabel, determined to maintain control, constantly pushes Amara's face away from her, increasing the discomfort of the hold. With each push, the pressure on Singh's arm amplifies, eliciting groans from the Bollywood Bully.
The former World and Tag Champion has experienced worse and Amara eventually finds her footing, using her strength to shift the momentum in her favor. In a swift motion, she reverses the hold, transitioning into an arm wrench, applying her own brand of pressure to Mabel's right arm.
Amara begins clubbing Mabel on her foe’s right shoulder, delivering punishing blows in retaliation. Each strike reverberates through Mabel's body, testing her endurance and resilience.
Sliding a hand between Mabel's legs while the other goes over her shoulder, Amara scoops Mabel up with ease, lifting her into the air. The crowd gasps in awe as they witness the display of raw power that places the Gym General across the Bombshell’s right shoulder.
With a resounding impact, Amara slams Mabel HARD into the thinly-sheathed deck with a Scoop Slam, the force of the impact reverberating throughout the ring. Mabel has the breath knocked out of her as she scowls in pain, hand rubbing at her lower spine.
Body Slam ( youtu.be/8uvw6gXSkjo?si=CrQuKmJzPQb3HpJX )
Gazing down at Powers with smirking satisfaction, Amara sends a stomp into the taut abdomen of the Gym General, the brunette jackknifing around the impact before falling flat once more.
Deciding Mabel needs and deserves more, Singh skips over her foe and surges to the rubber-coated steel of the cables. She hits the ropes in a rebound and takes flight, extending her copper-skinned stems in front of her to drop the right across Mabel’s throat.
Unfortunately for the Empress, Powers rolls clear, and Amara THUMPS her tailbone into the canvas-covered floorboards. The face of the Bollywood Bombshell twists in pain as her hands fly beneath her ass to massage away some of the throbbing waves emanating from her derriere.
The chuckling crowd stings as much or more for the proud Singh. She sneers at the FAWNatics as she rises, hands still kneading her bum. The pain is enough a distraction, Amara is unaware Mabel’s also risen and the Gym General impales Amara with a toe kick to her foe’s bronzed belly.
With the Indian bent and breathless, Mabel wraps a muscular arm around the neck of Singh in a backhand grip. Powers tugs Amara’s head and torso backward, bending the former World and Tag Champion in a vulnerable bridging arch, securing a dragon sleeper grip on the captured Bollywood Bully. Mabel lays out and SLAMS the back of Singh’s skull into the deck with a reverse DDT, then, with her dragon sleeper grip still tight, Powers wraps her powerful gams around Singh’s midriff, tightening the scissors while cinching her sleeper.
Sensing the danger of her hold on the Empress, the murmur of the crowd grows, particularly when Amara’s arms rise above her and flail uselessly, Singh squirming within the scissors but unable to break loose. The wrapped arm across her carotid slowing her blood flow, Amara’s lids flutter over increasingly glazed dark eyes.
The assembled start to chant “TAP…TAP…TAP!”
The Subcontinental Siren isn’t obliging, but neither is she breaking free, instead growing more flaccid by the second in Powers’ grip.
Desperation emerging, Singh gets her boot soles beneath her and pushes, slowly rolling Mabel onto her shoulders beneath the Bombshell. Stacked on them by Amara, the Gym General releases her clasp after ONE…and…TWO…
Slipping out from under a sleepy Singh, the brunette grabs a wrist of the slack Amara and tugs the Empress to rubbery legs. Mabel spins and heaves Amara toward the far corner. Somehow, the Indian remains upright, and she turns into a spine-testing collision with the buckles. Powers is close behind, lifting off from several feet out and CRUSHING the winner of their Calcutta Street Fight underneath a hardbody avalanche.
The Gym General bounces away from the impact, settling center stage, letting a sloppy Singh stagger out of the buckles toward her. Mabel delivers a forearm shiver to Amara’s jaw that spins the golden-brown grappler in a 180. But still, Singh refuses to taste the mat.
With her back now turned from Powers, Amara has her legs split by a looping arm of the brunette. Her fellow power-packed destroyer lifts Singh off her feet, the worry in Amara’s eyes growing stronger than the previous glassiness as she loses touch with the canvas.
‘Hupping’ the former World and Tag champion HIGH and across her shoulders, Singh left staring into the rafters atop the broad trapezius of the Gym General, Mabel wraps one arm around the legs of the Empress, while swinging the other around her foe’s neck, capturing the faltering Indian in a Torture Rack.
Powers bends into a slight crouch to increase the pressure on Amara’s vertebrae, Singh mewling in pain from Mabel’s good work. The Gym General then takes her power game out for a spin, marching around the ring with her captured Bollywood Bombshell, trying to snap Singh in two as she trudges in a circuit that has Amara howling in anguish by the end of the trip.
Showing some weariness from the trek, Mabel ends her dominant display by laying out and sending the Siren SMASHING to earth with a modified Samoan Drop that sees Singh land HEAVILY on her face and chest. The momentum of the impact sends a dazed Amara flopping to her back, ending in a wide and motionless spreadeagle.
An animated and eager Powers spins and scrambles to the splayed Singh. She hooks both legs of her foe and twirls into a back press pin of Amara’s chest, the Bollywood Bully’s booty pointed to the lights above in a cradled pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Bombshell’s body spasms to life, Amara escaping Mabel’s grip and flopping to her side, the official making it clear Powers only reached a near-fall.
The Gym General nods, accepting the close-but-no-cigar call. She quickly gets back to work on the wavering Singh.
As Amara reaches her chest and starts to rise to all fours, Powers mounts her in a standing, forward-facing straddle and SLAMS her backside into the base of the Bombshell’s spine, sending the golden-brown grappler flat to the canvas on her chest. A crouching Mabel snatches Singh’s left arm and posts it over a knee, then does likewise with the Indian’s right.
Realizing what the Gym General has in mind, namely infringing on Amara’s gimmick by attempting to outdo the most infamous Camel Clutch in the game, Mabel laces her fingers and cups them under the chin of the Empress.
Submission secured, Mabel leans back with Amara’s head and torso in tow, again tormenting the bruised vertebrae of the former World and Tag Champion. If Mabel’s clutch is less famous than Amara’s, it doesn’t seem any less devastating, as after working at Singh’s spine for long seconds, Amara’s muffled mewls grow louder.
“Ask her,” Mabel demands. “She knows I’m the real Clutch-wrestler. Tap out and make it official, Amara.”
The official drops to his knees in front of the Empress.
“Whaddya say, Singh? You want to give up?”
“Nmmmpph,” Amara burbles in less than convincing fashion, but it’s enough for the ref to give her the benefit of the doubt. He waves off any thought of the crowd she’s surrendered.
Impressed but also perturbed, Powers unlaces her fingers, instead sending them into the long raven locks of the Indian.
Mabel POUNDS Amara’s features into the deck, ONE…TWO…THREE TIMES before releasing her grip on Singh’s ebony mane and rising from her couch to hover over the face down and faltering Empress.
The Gym General gives a stomp to the lower back of the grounded Indian, forcing Singh to roll face up to avoid any further abuse.
“You’re going to regret…GUHHH!”
The Bollywood Bombshell’s threat is abbreviated by a gutting boot to Singh’s navel, folding Amara into a momentary ‘V’ before she returns to horizontal.
With the Empress quieted, Mabel hustles to the nearby corner, climbs to the top, and turns to face her target. She measures Amara in the frame of raised thumbs and forefingers, then launches to impale Singh’s sternum with her signature Top Rope Elbow Drop.
Top Rope Elbow Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CMoQZ-JGiw ) :52
Mabel’s bony cap lances the cleft of Amara’s bronzed bosom, sending Singh into a fit of spasms as her heart surely skips a beat from the brutal attack, Amara’s body shuddering uncontrollably.
With determination burning in her eyes, Mabel presses Amara into the canvas before her opponent can even curl onto her side, effectively pinning her shoulders down.
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!!!
Mabel's expression reflects a mix of frustration and determination as she realizes the match is far from over. With renewed vigor, Powers rises to her feet, bringing Amara along with her with a tug of the raven locks. The Gym General guides Amara into the corner, pressing her against the turnbuckles and, with a display of strength and agility, Mabel then hauls Amara onto a seat on the top ropes. Powers soon joins the Subcontinental Siren on the top rope, rallying the crowd as she signals for a big move.
Sensing the imminent danger, Amara Singh springs back to life with a fierce determination to fight back. With adrenaline coursing through her veins, she refuses to succumb to the Gym General's dominance. The two competitors perch precariously on the ropes, their bodies poised for an exchange of haymakers.
As the exchange of fists ensues, Amara unleashes a barrage of successive punches, each one finding its mark with precision. Mabel, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, begins to teeter on the edge of the ropes, struggling to maintain her balance under Amara's relentless assault.
With a final surge of strength, Amara delivers a powerful headbutt, sending the Gym General tumbling from the ropes, crashing down onto the mat below with a resounding thud. With the Bollywood Bully perched precariously on the top ropes, Powers begins to regain her footing with determination etched across her face. However, before she can fully orient herself, Amara springs into action with a daring aerial maneuver.
As Mabel turns around to face her opponent, she's met with the sight of the Subcontinental Siren hurtling through the air. As Amara extends her body, aiming for the Diving Crossbody, Mabel Powers reacts with lightning-fast reflexes. In a stunning display of strength, she catches Amara out of the air, leaving the Subcontinental Siren wide-eyed with shock as she finds herself ensnared in Mabel's grip.
Mabel plants Amara into the canvas with a powerful slam before hoisting Amara back into the air. The audience watches in awe as Mabel lifts Singh from a potential pinning position and sends Amara flying across the ring like a sack of rice with a Fallaway Slam, the impact echoing throughout the arena.
Falling Powerslam and Fallaway Slam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0_4UhK4Bws&pp=ygUNZmFsbGF3YXkgc2xhbQ%3D%3D)
With the crowd roaring its approval, the Fit Queen springs back to her feet with a kip up, showcasing her agility and resilience. The arena reverberates with cheers and applause as Mabel stands tall and goes into a double bicep flex. Meanwhile, Amara, recognizing the need for a strategic retreat, rolls out of the ring, seeking a momentary respite from Mabel's relentless assault. The audience watches with bated breath as Amara takes a breather on the outside, the intensity of the match momentarily subdued.
Powers basks in the adulation of the crowd. She feels the energy coursing through her veins, fueling her determination to win this revenge match. With a confident stride, she approaches the ringside where Amara has taken refuge. She drops to the canvas and slides out to join her foe, Singh turned away from the arriving brunette.
With a burst of renewed aggression, Mabel seizes Amara by the hair, turns the Empress toward the squared circle and slams her opponent's head against the edge of the ring apron with incredible force.
As Amara staggers away from the impact, trying to distance herself from Mabel's relentless assault, her movements are unsteady, and her senses are clouded.
The Gym General refuses to let her opponent escape so easily. Mabel closes the distance with Amara with several swift strides. Powers seizes Amara by her foe’s dark mane once more. Again, Mabel drags her adversary back towards the ring apron, again slamming Amara's forehead into the apron.
Singh, reeling from the repeated strikes to her skull, struggles to maintain her balance. She leans heavily against the apron for support.
Powers seizes Amara's wrists to push her advantage, intending to whip her opponent into the steel steps. However, Amara, despite her woozy state, plants a foot into the arena floor and turns the tables on her adversary. With a swift twist of her body, Amara counters Mabel's attempt, and instead sends the Gym General crashing into the steel steps.
"UGHH!!" Mabel lets out a pained groan as she lays at the foot of the metal stairs. With Mabel struggling to regain her bearings, Amara takes advantage of an opportunity to recover.
"...7..."
With the count approaching a double count-out, the Bollywood Bully scoops Mabel up and shoves her under the ropes, returning the fight into the ring, ensuring it ends with Mabel in utter humiliating defeat rather than simply being counted out.
"GET UP!" Amara demands as she pulls the brunette back to vertical.
As Mabel fights to rise, Amara seizes her opponent by a wrist with an iron grip. Intent on delivering a punishing move, Amara initially appears poised to whip Mabel into the ropes. However, in a sudden twist, she reels Mabel back in, wedging her hands under Mabel's arms with a calculated maneuver.
With a display of raw strength, Amara hoists Mabel as high as possible, suspending her in the air for a fleeting moment. Then, with a swift and brutal motion, she brings Mabel crashing down onto a posted knee, the impact driving the breath from Mabel's lungs.
Elevated Backbreaker (www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UBf3YxvCu0)
An arched Mabel hangs lifeless across Amara's knees, her body wracked with pain, Powers barely responsive.
"Your Clutch is nothing compared to mine!" Amara proclaims, Singh asserting her superiority with a hint of disdain, making her choice of finish and its impending arrival extremely clear.
The Empress lets Powers spill to the deck off her knee, Mabel landing on her chest, an arm reaching back to the base of her spine. A smirking Singh moves to a forward-facing, standing straddle of the brunette and, when Mabel starts to rise, Amara THUMPS her ab9undant caboose into the base of the Gym General’s spine.
Flattened to the canvas, a wincing Powers slowly slithers on the mat, trying to move from under the Bollywood Bombshell. But Singh’s not having it, dropping to a crouch over Mabel’s lower vertebrae. The copper-skinned grappler posts one of Mabel’s bent arms over a knee, then does likewise on the opposite site, the FAWNatics groaning as they see the end nearing.
Amara laces her fingers into a familiar cup and slides it under Powers’ chin, then hauls back, bringing her foe’s head and torso with her, forcing Powers’ backbone into an increasingly barbaric arch.
Camel Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-vwCVj6cfI&list=PL0kg7jYEdPNEIDCmVTkNAV9wCLD8AvSw8 )
“Give up,” The Subcontinental Siren demands. “Or I snap it.”
The official drops to a knee, getting his face into a mewling Mabel’s.
“Whaddya say?”
The Gym General can manage little but a muffled ‘nnnmmpphhh’.
The ref correctly interprets it as a refusal. He waves off the any thought the assembled might have Powers has given up.
The crowd quickly organizes a chant of “PLEASE…DON’T…TAP”, all the while knowing it’s only a matter of time.
But as the seconds start to grow and Powers refuses to capitulate, Amara breaks her grip to slam forearm blasts into her adversary’s chest, before reapplying.
Still, the Gym General rejects both the Indian and the official’s call to give in.
Frustrated, and in disbelief, the former World and Tag champ breaks her grip once more, sinking her digits into Mabel’s mane. She THROWS the brunette’s face into the thinly-sheathed floorboards, the crowd groaning when Mabel’s face PLOWS into the mat.
Mabel appears a twisted wreck, grasping at the base of her spinal column, features etched in pain. But what she hasn’t done, as so many have before her, is surrender to the most renowned Camel Clutch in the game.
Rising to her feet, a flustered Singh sends a furious stomp into the aching backbone of the brunette.
“You want to show me up, do you?” Amara asks. “Insult me? Well, maybe I’ll do a little insulting of my own.”
The Empress snatches a wrist and shoulder and slowly pulls a grimacing Gym General to verticality. Singh pivots and tosses Mabel across the expanse of the ring, Powers sent sprinting to the far buckles, turning at the last second, unwisely taking the impact against her battered vertebrae.
Mabel yelps in agony from the collision. Her long muscular, alabaster stems switch off and she plops to her derriere, lower limbs extended in front of her, upper half leaning heavily against the lower buckle, head drooping.
Waiting only an instant, the Bollywood Bully follows her target in, lifting off from a few feet out and twisting into a MASSIVE hip check that leaves Mabel shellshocked, her eyes turning cloudy from the potentially concussive impact.
With Powers’ head wobbling, a beaming Singh snatches a handful of brown locks and holds her foe’s noggin steady.
“How about I serv you a little dinner, peasant?”
Amara turns her ass to Mabel’s mug and stuffs the brunette’s face DEEP into the pear-shaped bum, nose pressed tight to the spandex-covered crack of Singh’s backside. The Indian swivels her hips seductively, giving Powers a faceful of her Harem Shake, scrubbing the Gym General’s mug raw with her taut cheeks.
Harem Shake ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wR3TRVoG40 ) :04
Pulling away to allow Mabel’s glassy-eyed, greasy face to emerge, Singh looks down on her foe with disdain.
“You should have learned your place, peasant!”
Amara peels Powers off the deck and scoops an arm between the ivory legs of her foe. With surprising ease, Singh ‘hups’ the Gym General across her shoulders, then slowly, showing the depth of her power, shifts the softly squirming brunette to one.
Amara presses Mabel’s body overhead, drawing an echoing ‘OOOOOH’ from the FAWNatics. She gathers her balance to surge across the ring and launch Mabel to a ring-rattling crash into the far buckles, courtesy an unreal Lawn Dart Toss.
Lawn Dart Toss ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xgbOgqwLyhY ) :14
But as Amara shuffles toward her fling, Powers wriggles loose and drops to the canvas behind Singh. With the Empress already creating significant momentum in the direction of the corner, Mabel adds a heavy shove to Amara’s motion and the Bollywood Bombshell blows up as she hits the corner at full speed chest-first.
The Indian strikes with incredible force and backpedals from the collision, right into the arms of a dipping Gym General. It’s Powers’ turn to show her strength and the destroyer-class brunette vaults Amara across her shoulders, Singh’s face and chest pointed to the rafters.
But instead of marching around the ring with Singh in a Torture Rack, Mabel knows her spine is in no condition to hold Amara like this for long. Instead, she lays out and sends the Bombshell plummeting to earth in an inverted Samoan Drop, the front of Amara’s golden-brown torso THWUMPPING against the canvas-covered plywood with a meaty THUD!
Scrambling to face her floored foe, Mabel shoves the demolished Singh to her back and settles atop her adversary with a lateral press, hooking the far leg to get her…
ONE…
TWO…
Singh kicks loose, rolling to her right shoulder and hip to save herself from the humiliation of losing to the power-packed peasant.
Wanting to show her workout regimen is every bit as good as that of the Empress, Mabel ‘helps’ Singh to her feet, Amara’s copper-skinned frame sagging from Powers’ ring awakening.
Pressing palms into the Indian’s chest and pelvis, a dipping Gym General puts her muscle on display, pumping her fellow destroyer heavenward with a colossal Gorilla Press overhead. She then lowers a wide-eyed Singh down then pushes up AGAIN to prove who the strongest in the ring really is.
A panicked Amara shakes her head in pleading fashion before Mabel lets the Siren plummet to earth from on high.
Gorilla Press Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7q5WgBAzdE&list=PL-Ut_mh0yCDfWWAePU-CNCBntmNbkM1Rq&index=2 ) 1:38
The Empress CRASHES into the canvas and bounces absently to her back from the force of the impact.
Eyeing an opportunity, the brunette skips over the faltering Singh and races to the ropes. She rebounds out of the springy strands and takes to the air above her adversary, both long legs extended. The limbs THUMP down across Amara’s chest and throat, Singh spasming under the Gym General’s gams.
With her legs draped across the ruined Bollywood Bully, Mabel props on her palms, seated next to the crumbling Empress in a pre-made pin. The official slides down beside and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Unwilling for the peasant to prove herself her equal, Singh shoves a shoulder up, if barely, remaining in the match by the scantest of margins. Powers looks disappointed, slapping the canvas. She double-checks with the ref. The man nods and holds up two fingers, assuring the match continues.
Mabel acknowledges in return and rises to her feet, watching the mighty Empress crawl on her hands and knees, desperately trying to escape the wrath of the Gym General.
Driven by a surge of rage and determination, Mabel Powers wastes no time in thwarting Amara's escape plan. With swift and decisive action, she closes the distance between them and seizes Amara by the hair, her grip firm and unyielding.
Ignoring any concerns about the rules, Mabel drags Amara back to the center of the ring with relentless force.
As the Bollywood Bully protests vehemently, demanding the referee's intervention due to Mabel's grip on her hair, the official quickly steps in to enforce the rules. Sensing the admonition, Mabel releases Amara's raven locks, adhering to the referee's directive, albeit reluctantly.
However, Mabel wastes no time in capitalizing on the opportunity. She grabs hold of Amara once again, this time lifting Singh to her feet. Before Amara can fully recover from the disorientation, Mabel delivers a thunderous clothesline, knocking her opponent back down to the mat.
Without hesitation, Powers unleashes a second clothesline when Amara scrambles to her feet, the impact reverberating through the arena.
"TWO!" Mabel shouts, her voice ringing out with determination as Amara struggles to regain her bearings. Despite her disorientation, Amara manages to rise to her feet, albeit fumbling and unsteady.
"LAST REP!"
Seizing the moment, Mabel launches into a third and final clothesline, her momentum unstoppable as she delivers the devastating blow. With a resounding impact, Amara is sent flipping inside out, her body crumpling to the mat in a heap.
"THREE!" The crowd shouts in unison and Mabel goes into a double bicep flex pose to rally the crowd.
With a contagious enthusiasm, Powers addresses the electrified crowd, her voice with infectious energy. "Come on, guys, pump it up! Let me feel your energy!" she exclaims, gesturing for the audience to raise the roof with their cheers and applause.
As the crowd responds with an even louder roar of excitement, Mabel feeds off their energy, her adrenaline pumping as she hypes herself up for the thrilling climax of the match.
Gleaming with determination, The Gym General peels Amara off the canvas and puts her in a standing headscissors. With a firm grip around Amara's waist, Mabel hauls her adversary onto her shoulders, the weight of her opponent balanced precariously. Despite a momentary stumble, Mabel quickly regains her footing.
Mabel grabs hold of Amara's waistband, providing the extra lift needed to hoist her opponent into the air.
The crowd watches in awe as Mabel showcases her incredible power, the anticipation building as she prepares to unleash her devastating finishing maneuver. As the realization of her predicament dawns on her, Amara's eyes widen in shock, a look of disbelief washing over her features. With a sense of desperation, she shakes her head vigorously 'no'.
Ignoring Amara's desperate pleas, Mabel Powers is unrelenting in her pursuit of victory. With a determined focus, she brings her opponent crashing back down to the canvas with a thunderous powerbomb, the impact echoing throughout the arena.
Gorgeous Bomb (https://youtu.be/MDE4bw7KDaI?si=bqzDXQP1RFNycOvJ)
With Amara Singh folded in her grasp, the seated Mabel pulls the former World Champion close to herself, a determined nod signaling her confidence in victory. The referee's hand strikes the canvas for the count...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The arena erupts into a deafening roar as the referee's hand completes the final count, signaling the end of the match.
Mabel emerges victorious, her triumph met with thunderous applause and cheers from the electrified crowd. With Amara defeated and the crowd chanting her name, the Gym General basks in the adulation of her fans, posing for her fans as Amara struggles out of the ring.
Defeated but unbowed, Singh struggles to exit the ring, her frustration evident as she makes her way backstage.
Seizing the opportunity to address the audience directly, Mabel retrieves a microphone from ringside, the spotlight shining brightly on her as she demands attention.
"Listen up, everyone!" Mabel's voice booms through the arena, commanding the crowd's full attention. "I'm not done with Amara yet. I want a rubber match, a chance to settle the score once and for all."
The crowd erupts into excited murmurs at Mabel's bold challenge, the prospect of a another rematch between these two fierce competitors electrifying the atmosphere.
Amara's expression twists with fury, her teeth gnashing as she meets Mabel's gaze with unbridled hostility. "You're on, peasant!" she declares, her voice dripping with venom. "But I pick the stipulation! And I will destroy you!"
The crowd buzzes with anticipation at the Bollywood Bombshell’s fiery response, the prospect of a rubber match between these two fierce competitors igniting palpable anticipation throughout the arena.
Amara swiftly exits the arena, leaving Mabel to enjoy her victory, while it lasts.