Post by hawkeye on Aug 5, 2024 0:09:09 GMT
The arena plunges into darkness, and anticipation builds as the crowd eagerly awaits the entrance of Mabel Powers. The pulsating beat of an energetic workout anthem fills the venue, setting the stage for her dramatic arrival. 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.
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 confidently, 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, ready to take on Amara for the third time.
MABEL POWERS
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.
Anger is a frequent emotion in the life of Amara Singh, frustration less so. But since losing to Mabel Powers at Spring Break, the intervening months saw the Bollywood Bombshell shuffled off to dark match purgatory, a gatekeeper for new meat not ready for the Pay-Per-Views. It was a life unworthy of Singh and yet Bethany Christian decided it was where the Empress currently fit best, jerking curtains and headlining the central Florida circuit.
And it was all because of one reason, losing to Mabel Powers. Or at least that’s what the fuming Amara believes in her cold, dead heart. So Amara went on figurative hands and knees to Bethany, pleading for a rubber match against the Fitness Queen. Leaving the bytch laid out at her feet would eject her out of obscurity and back into the minds if not hearts of the FAWNatics.
The Subcontinental Siren is ready to make Powers pay the only penalty for messing with her imperial narrative, complete and utter destruction.
With Singh on the balls of her feet backstage, the cheers for Mabel finally receding, the captivating groove of Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull’s "Exotic” breaks through the buzz, heralding the glorious return of Amara.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU ).
Her cue given, Amara bursts into view.
Excited yet repulsed by the re-appearance of the Empress, the despicable Singh draws the animosity of nearly every arena occupant as she reclaims the attention of every FAWNatic.
The Bollywood Bombshell takes the stage on her own two feet, her iconic palanquin having been lost in a less successful portion of her many wars.
AMARA SINGH
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.
As the former World Champion, now castaway, enters the squared circle, Singh’s fury focuses on Mabel, Amara’s dark eyes boring a hole in her recent rival. She claims 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!"
Ignoring the jeers, Singh turns as if she’s moving to her corner, then spins on a dime, charging Powers, unable to contain her rage and wait for the bell to bring the match to official order.
Amara, notorious for her cunning tactics, lunges forward with a vicious forearm smash aimed at Mabel's jaw. The crowd gasps, a collective breath held in suspense, as Mabel staggers back, caught off guard by Amara's unrelenting aggression. With a fiery determination blazing in her eyes, Amara continues her assault, driving Mabel into the corner with a relentless flurry of punches and kicks. The referee frantically attempts to intervene, shouting for them to stop, but his efforts are in vain, drowned out by the roaring crowd.
Mabel, refusing to be outdone, retaliates with a powerful shove, sending Amara staggering backward. The brawl escalates, a chaotic dance of fury and skill, as they grapple and exchange wild blows, neither willing to concede an inch of ground. Realizing the futility of separating them, the referee reluctantly signals for the match to officially begin. The bell rings amidst the chaos, and the crowd erupts into deafening cheers as the clash transitions into a sanctioned contest, where only one will emerge victorious.
Amara, still fueled by her initial assault, charges forward with calculated aggression, her eyes locked on her target. She throws a wild haymaker, but Mabel, with lightning-fast reflexes, ducks under it. Quick as a flash, Mabel counters with a sharp kick to Amara's midsection, driving her back a step, the crowd roaring with approval.
Undeterred, Amara regroups, her face a mask of steely resolve, and launches herself at Mabel again, attempting to grapple and control the pace. But Mabel, now a seasoned and formidable wrestler, uses her strength and technique to keep Amara at bay. With a swift series of arm drags and hip tosses, Mabel asserts her dominance, gaining the upper hand in the match.
The momentum shifts back and forth between the two fierce competitors, each move more electrifying than the last. Mabel shuffles behind Amara, securing her with a waistlock before slamming her front-first into the canvas. The Fit Queen keeps Amara subdued under her weight, showcasing her amateur wrestling skill. She spins herself on top of her Indian opponent and traps her in a front facelock, the crowd on the edge of their seats.
Snap Suplex (https://youtu.be/F27TteirBWo?si=0JWYLNYbIaq8ikso)
With a burst of energy, Mabel pulls Amara back to her feet, the facelock still secure, and throws her over with a front suplex. Mabel floats over and covers her opponent for the pin... ONE! The crowd holds its breath... TWO! But Amara kicks out easily, twisting her body to her side. Mabel quickly secures Amara with a side headlock, the intensity of the match escalating.
Amara slowly pushes to her feet, the audience cheering her on, and backs into the ropes, shoving Mabel off her. Mabel hits the distant ropes and charges back, aiming to hit Amara with a clothesline but misses. She follows through and hits the ropes once more, this time taking Amara down with a thunderous shoulder block. Amara makes a desperate, perpendicular sprint to the side of the ring, rolling towards Mabel, forcing Mabel to skip over her. The crowd is a frenzy of excitement as Mabel bounces off the ropes once more, and Amara, with a burst of energy, knocks her down onto her back with a Back Elbow and drops a knee on the face of Mabel Powers!
Amara, seizing the moment, springs to her feet with renewed vigor. She grabs Mabel by the arm and executes a swift arm drag, sending her opponent crashing to the mat. The crowd roars, sensing Amara's momentum. Smirking, she taunts, "Is that all you got, Mabel? You're pathetic!"
Wasting no time, Amara charges at Mabel, launching herself into a spectacular spinning heel kick that connects with precision, snapping Mabel's head back. "You should have stayed down!" Amara sneers, enjoying the boos from the crowd.
Spinning Heel Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExCas-FgOEs&pp=ygUdc3VtbWVyIHJhZSBzcGlubmluZyBoZWVsIGtpY2s%3D
Mabel tries to recover, but Amara is relentless. She sprints towards Mabel and leaps into a breathtaking hurricanrana, flipping her opponent head over heels. The audience is on their feet, the energy in the arena electric. Amara pulls Mabel up and, with a display of raw power, lifts her into the air for a thunderous body slam that reverberates through the ring.
Hurricarana (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwP20goIGxY&pp=ygURaHVycmljYXJhbmEgd29tYW4%3D)
With Mabel writhing on the canvas, Amara knows she must keep up the pressure. She hoists Mabel onto her shoulders and delivers a devastating over-the-knee backbreaker, bending her opponent's spine in a painful arch. The referee checks on Mabel, but Amara is already planning her next move. "You like that, huh? There's more where that came from!" she shouts, reveling in the crowd's disapproval.
Over-the-knee Backbreaker (https://youtube.com/shorts/78AdHaT7_kc?si=oguCxDAO-I9Mds3a)
Singh shoves Mabel dismissively as she rises to her feet, hovering over the brunette. The tawny-skinned grappler raises her arms high and wide, drawing a cascade of boos from the sellout crowd. She gazes down at Powers and sinks a set of nails into her adversary’s scalp, pulling the Fit Queen to her knees before releasing her grip.
“Bow to your Empress!” Amara demands when Mabel’s eyes rise to meet hers. “Head down.”
Instead, Powers balls her right hand and THUMPS a fist into the bronzed belly of the Bollywood Bombshell. Singh doubles slightly around the blow, but a follow-up slug has her fully bent, exhale bursting from her lips, and a third has her groaning, an arm wrapping around her midriff from the abuse.
Powers slips an arm between Singh’s golden-brown legs as she ascends, ‘hupping’ the Indian wrestler across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry, the crowd cheering their favorite on. Amara wriggles within her foe’s flexing arms, but there’s no escape until the Fit Queen lays out and splatters Singh to the deck with a Samoan Drop.
Samoan Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6p1iovk65s )
Amara’s body arches in pain, her backbone bruised from the impact. Seated in front of the Subcontinental Siren, Powers shows her athleticism, kipping to her feet. She turns to watch Singh struggle to stand and decides to “help” Amara reach vertical.
Grabbing a wrist and shoulder, Powers pivots with her opponent, flinging Singh to the far buckles with an Irish Whip. There’s no stopping the momentum forced into the Bollywood Brawler, Amara spinning into a rough back-first collision with the corner. Amara barely has time to breathe before a charging Mabel BURIES her foe under an avalanches splash, the Fit Queen crushing the Empress under her frame.
The brunette bounces away from the crash, a look of satisfaction on her face. The blasted Amara has a very different appearance indeed, the shellshocked Singh dropping to her bronzed backside, legs extended, dark eyes glassy from the potentially concussive force of the splash. But Mabel isn’t about to stop her assault on the reeling Bombshell.
Several feet removed from the reclining Amara, Powers turns her cheeks toward the dazed Singh and gives them a healthy slap. The Fit Queen charges though a pirouette, PLANTING her signature Asstastic in the face of the flagging Indian. Mabel’s booty THUMPS into Amara’s flawless features, then the brunette twerks her bountiful butt into the raised chin of Singh, punctuating the maneuver with a series of uppercuts before finishing with a grinding swoosh of cake to face.
Asstastic ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WVXfSkltr0 )
Finally relenting, Mabel moves toward the middle to an enthusiastic ovation from the crowd, Amara left a hot mess in the corner, the stunned Singh spitting the taste of the Fit Queen from her lips.
Mabel motions for Amara to rise and rejoin the fight, but the Empress decides to drop a shoulder and roll out of the ring for a time out. A wobbly Singh stalks the arena floor, gaining some distance to recover from Powers’ display.
The brunette isn’t interested in losing her momentum, however. She slips between the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and sprints around the outside, her radar honed on the staggering Singh. As Mabel rounds the final corner, she lowers a shoulder toward Amara’s sternum, but the Bombshell pivots and sweeps Mabel past, heaving her adversary into the steel ring steps. The Fit Queen CRASHES into the metal edifice with enough force to draw a sympathetic groan from the FAWNatics.
With Mabel puddling at the base of the battered steps, a huffing Amara takes advantage, laying her boots soles to the Gym General, stomping the remnants of Powers into a mudhole.
With the ref’s count to ‘SEVEN’, Singh ends her onslaught, plucking Powers off the concrete of the arena floor, and swinging her back in the squared circle, Mabel rolling several feet from the apron’s edge, and somehow staggering to her feet.
The Empress quickly follows in, rising as Powers hits the opposite ropes and rebounds. But a charging Singh is ready, nearly removing Mabel’s head from her shoulders with one of the biggest Big Boots in the game, Amara’s Sole Perfection.
Big Boot ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7t5m-Yhvg4&t=40s )
The flattened Fit Queen ends in a motionless starfish in front of Amara.
“Right where you should be, peasant,” Singh assures breathlessly.
The golden-brown Bombshell genuflects on Mabel’s bosom for an arrogant pin and the rubber match win with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Powers pushes a shoulder up, shoving Amara to her feet in the process.
A frustrated Singh stares at the wrecked Gym General. She dips to sink her claws into Powers’ dark locks and pulls her foe to stooped feet. Singh yanks the Fit Queen’s lowered noggin between her legs and wraps her arms around Mabel’s midriff, ready to PowerBollyBomb Powers into a stupor.
PowerBollyBomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjSpD_5Lu08 )
But as Mabel is flipped to a seat on Amara’s shoulders, she comes to life, pounding right hands into Singh’s temple until the Empress simultaneously loses her grip and a scissors from Mabel tightens around the Indian’s braincase.
The Gym General throws her weight in reverse and rips Amara off her feet with a rana, flipping Singh to the deck. Both women end on their back, drawing deep breaths as “THIS IS AWESOME” chants ring out through the arena.
The official observes the splayed competitors for several seconds before starting his double count-out. The tally reaches ‘SIX’ before Mabel and Amara stir, each pushing to all fours at ‘EIGHT’, and heaving their bodies vertical at ‘NINE’ to the loud appreciation of the crowd.
The women backpedal to opposite corners, leaning lethargically, wearily staring each other down when an invisible signal is raised. They sprint toward the other, both NAILING their rival with coinciding clotheslines, leaving the fighters felled next to each other.
Again, the referee is forced to begin his ten-count on each, but the former World Champion from the Subcontinent shows she’s made of stronger stuff, flopping over to her chest and draping an arm across the torso of the Gym General for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mabel throws Amara off, heaving her foe’s arm while shoving Singh to her back. Powers rolls to her left and has an arm swathed across the heaving bosom of the Bollywood Bombshell for the…
ONE…
TWO…
It’s Amara’s turn for the escape, shoving Mabel away and again each combatant lies on the canvas, drawing in deep pulls of oxygen as they stare blankly at the rafters, the crowd pleading with them to ‘FIGHT…FOREVER!’
The echoes of the crowd’s chanting reverberate through the arena, urging the two exhausted warriors to push beyond their limits. Both Mabel and Amara lie sprawled on the canvas, their chests rising and falling heavily as they gasp for breath, eyes locked on the ceiling lights above.
Summoning every ounce of strength, Powers is the first to stir, rolling onto her stomach and pushing herself up on shaky arms. She glances over at Amara, who is doing the same, the determination in their eyes undimmed despite their battered bodies.
Slowly, both women struggle to their feet, the crowd's cheers growing louder with each passing second. They stagger toward each other, meeting in the center of the ring once more, their faces etched with pain but also fierce resolve.
Mabel throws the first forearm, striking Amara's jaw with a powerful blow that snaps her head back. Amara responds in kind, delivering a forearm smash to Mabel's cheek, the impact reverberating through her skull. The crowd counts along with each exchange, their voices growing louder and more impassioned with every hit.
"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!"
The back-and-forth continues, each woman refusing to give an inch, their bodies swaying but their spirits unbroken. Finally, Mabel ducks a wild swing from Amara, slipping behind her and wrapping her arms around the Bollywood Bombshell's waist. With a surge of energy, Mabel lifts Amara off her feet and plants her with a German suplex, bridging for the pin.
German Suplex (https://youtu.be/laLxhyK6Sis?si=ILdAaeEWrWgaymqz)
ONE...
TWO...
THR—
Amara kicks out just in time, the crowd erupting in a mix of relief and disbelief. Mabel rolls to her knees, frustration etched on her face as she contemplates her next move. She knows she needs something big to put Amara away for good.
With a determined grunt, Mabel pulls Amara up and wraps her arms around Amara's waist, setting up for a Gorgeous Bomb. But Amara senses the danger and fights back, freeing herself and delivering a desperate elbow to Mabel's temple. The blow staggers Mabel, and Amara takes advantage, slipping out of the hold and delivering a thunderous spinning back kick to Mabel's midsection.
Mabel doubles over in pain, and Amara seizes the opportunity, locking in a front facelock and lifting Mabel for a vertical suplex. She holds her in the air for a moment, displaying her strength, before dropping Mabel down with a brainbuster, the impact echoing through the arena.
Brainbuster (https://youtu.be/Bw8YYOnv5Fs?si=SC9qJgi8Rxi5Gtkz)
The crowd is on the edge of their seat as Amara drapes an arm over Mabel, the referee sliding into position for the count.
ONE...
TWO...
THR—
Mabel kicks out, the arena exploding with cheers and chants. Amara's eyes widened in disbelief, her body trembling with exhaustion and frustration.
Both women lie motionless for a moment, the crowd chanting "THIS IS AWESOME!" in unison. Slowly, they begin to stir, each digging deep into their reserves of strength. Amara is the first to rise, dragging Mabel up with her. She positions Mabel for the PowerBollyBomb, but Mabel fights back, driving elbows into Amara's ribs.
With a final burst of energy, Mabel frees herself of Amara's grip, grabs her by the wrist, and whips her into the ropes. As Amara rebounds, Mabel catches her with a devastating spinebuster, planting her in the center of the ring. The crowd roars as Mabel eyes locked on her turnbuckle. The Fit Queen drags Amara towards the corner and ascends to the highest position of the ring, measuring Singh carefully before leaping off the top rope and driving an elbow into the heart of the Subcontinental Siren!
Diving Elbow Drop (https://youtu.be/lR882OFjJnw?si=nRsbl49D67rliT66)
Amara shudders briefly upon impact before settling into a limp, allowing Powers to cover her for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THR—
Amara kicks out just before the three-count, the crowd gasping in disbelief. Mabel, though momentarily frustrated, doesn't waste time. She hauls Amara to her feet, but the Bollywood Bully, ever cunning, thumbs Mabel's right eye as she gets up, blinding her temporarily and drawing boos from the audience.
Taking advantage of Mabel's disorientation, Amara collects herself and follows up with a spinning heel kick that lands squarely on Mabel's jaw, sending her crashing to the canvas.
The crowd's boos intensify as Amara, clearly relishing her control, yanks Mabel up and whips her into the corner. With a wicked grin, she charges in with a corner clothesline, the sound of the impact echoing through the arena as Mabel winces in pain. Amara then hooks her opponent and lifts her with a body slam, driving her down with authority.
The impact leaves Mabel writhing in pain, and Amara quickly capitalizes, lifting her into a seated position and locking in a dragon sleeper, wrenching back on Mabel's neck. The Bollywood Bully taunts the crowd, her confidence swelling as Mabel’s face contorts in agony.
Dragon Sleeper (https://youtu.be/_yT5RX57fUk?si=S0aX1wPhXPvKlN_i)
Mabel struggles against the hold, the pain evident on her face, but the crowd's encouragement fuels her determination. "Come on, Mabel! You can do it!" echoes throughout the arena. Slowly, she begins to push herself into a bridge, the strength of her core surprising Amara as she slips out of the hold and reverses the dragon sleeper into an Snap DDT!
DDT (https://youtu.be/ZlQkIzxmC5s?si=pjSa41Z-Ou6Ly-vJ)
Amara’s head gets driven into the canvas with a sickening thud, and the Bollywood Bully clutches the back of her head, dazed and disoriented. Mabel rolls onto her back, both women down again for the count.
The referee begins the ten-count, and the tension in the arena is palpable. "ONE… TWO… THREE…" The crowd counts along, their voices growing louder with each number. "FOUR… FIVE… SIX…" Mabel stirs, the determination etched on her face as she fights through the pain. "SEVEN… EIGHT…" Amara groans, her hand reaching for the ropes.
Mabel uses every ounce of energy she has left to push herself up. The crowd erupts in cheers as she stands, wavering slightly but fueled by their support. Before the count reaches "TEN," The Fit Queen pulls Amara back to her feet, wrapping her arms around Amara's waist and lifting her like a potato sack. With a mighty heave, she slams her foe into the canvas with a thunderous Belly-to-Belly Suplex!
Refusing to let go, the Gorgeous Powerhouse keeps her arms locked around Amara's waist. She lifts her again, hoisting her off the ground and slamming her down with another bone-jarring Belly-to-Belly.
"FINISH STRONG!" Powers roars, adrenaline surging through her veins. She lifts Amara once more and hurls her overhead with a mighty toss. The former champion crashes onto her back with a sickening THUD, writhing in agony on the mat.
Rolling Belly-to-Belly Suplexes (https://youtu.be/qKV8R_S1lQQ?si=7cXa6FiBKz8A0pk9)
Years of experience kick in for the Subcontinental Siren as she instinctively rolls out of the ring, seeking a moment's respite and preventing Mabel from going for the cover.
The FAWNatics jeer, unhappy with Singh’s effort to escape for the time being. The exhausted Empress isn’t interested in their opinion, wearily flashing them a middle finger as she staggers a few steps from the apron’s edge.
Powers follows her adversary out, keeping in Amara’s blind spot as best she can. Charging, Mabel shouts at her rival. Singh spins to face the brunette and is NAILED with an Axe Bomber for her mistake. Amara’s sent crashing to the concrete, flat on her back, dark eyes glassy as she blankly stares into the face of the rampaging Fit Queen.
Axe Bomber ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=olO_h1nUVbc )
Her retreat unsuccessful, the dazed Bombshell is pulled to her feet, Powers’ hands wrapping tightly around the head of the flagging Indian grappler. Mabel bullies Singh to the metal barrier behind the Empress. Powers pivots and THWAPS a knife-edge chop across Amara’s chest, rocking Singh, her face etched in pain as the crowd reflexively ‘WOOOO’s in response.
“Are you figuring out, I’m no one’s peasant?” the Gym General asks.
Mabel licks the side of her palm and cocks her arm for a second chop, swinging toward her foe’s clavicle, but Singh ducks beneath.
Mabel pirouettes through the swing-and-miss and, when Powers turns to find the Bombshell, she’s blistered with a Blazing Chop from Singh, the meaty ‘THWACK’ causing Mabel’s eyes to bulge as the stinging pain vibrates through her body. The former World Champion isn’t done, as she builds a bright red welt just above Powers’ bosom with a second and third, the last chop nearly knocking Mabel into the front row.
With Powers’ abs exposed, Singh pounds a toe kick into the brunette’s tummy, doubling over the Gym General. The Bollywood Bully dips and scoops an arm between Mabel’s wickets and ‘hups’ Powers across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
Showing she has strength that nearly matches Mabel’s, Amara military presses the Fit Queen above, drawing sounds of consternation from the crowd as a wide-eyed Powers rises from her foe’s shoulders.
Surging forward, Singh increases Mabel’s apprehension, and the Empress launches her foe with an incredible Lawn Dart Toss, Mabel’s head BANGING into the apron’s edge as she returns to earth from Amara’s heave.
Lawn Dart Toss ( youtu.be/xgbOgqwLyhY?t=12 )
Powers’ head snaps back from the collision and she puddles at Amara’s feet. After the effort, Singh is bent at the waist, hands on knees, drawing deep breaths, in recovery mode from the fiercest of the wrestlers’ three wars.
Noting the rising count from the ref, the Bollywood Bombshell peels Mabel off the cement and stuffs her back in the ring, Amara’s trip to the outside a fruitful one in changing the momentum of the match. Singh takes a deep breath and crawls in after the splayed Powers. Slowly rising, she pulls the broken Fit Queen up with her and aims Powers at the far buckles.
Sending Mabel off with an Irish Whip, the Gym General is sent racing across the canvas. She turns into a back-first collision with the corner, hitting with enough force to ‘turn off’ her lower limbs, Powers’ ass plopping to the deck, legs extended.
Using that as her cue, Amara takes off in a sprint and launches into a running hip attack that ROCKS Mabel when derriere meets face.
Running Hip Attack ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=yR5wI0OhaGE )
With the Fit Queen in a daze, an increasingly confident Amara backs dat empress ass up and BURIES Mabel’s face within. The faltering Powers flails helplessly, trying to find air and an escape. Singh scrubs her cheeks across Mabel’s features in a tight figure-8, Amara giving the brunette an arrogant lesson in humiliation with her Harem Shake stinkface.
Harem Shake ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9046_dJGNl4 )
The Bollywood Bully relents when the official starts his count, hoping to get the match out of the corner.
Singh strides to the middle, leaving Mabel a greasy-faced mess, barely aware of her circumstances but at least able to breathe.
Amara motions Mabel to get her ass off the ground. Slowly but surely, the brunette manages with the help of the ropes. Singh rushes toward her target with a shoulder lowered to skewer Powers.
The Fit Queen, an arm over the rope on either side of the top buckle, leans back and raises her legs and torso. Powers lands on the back of the Indian grappler as Singh puts on the brakes just before ramming into the ring post.
Mabel slides down Amara’s spine and stumbles to center stage where she regains her balance. She turns to find her rival and is impaled by a SPEAR from the charging Bombshell, Singh having made a quick u-turn after her failed effort.
Mabel folds like a cheap pair of pants around the invading shoulder, the Gym General GUTTED AND PLOWED into the deck by Amara’s vicious tackle.
The Empress spreads her body across the demolished Powers in a lateral press, Singh hooking the brunette’s far leg for insurance for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mabel shoves a shoulder up, drawing some worried but hopeful cheers from the FAWNatics, as Amara ends on her haunches next to the Fit Queen, Singh unable to comprehend the fight remaining in the peasant at her side as she sweeps ebony locks off her glistening forehead.
Determined to end it, Amara yanks Mabel to her feet, ready to deliver a finishing blow. But Mabel, fueled by sheer will and the roaring crowd, lashes out with a surprise elbow smash to Amara’s jaw. The impact of the strike echoes through the arena, and Singh stumbles back, her eyes wide with shock and pain. The crowd erupts, sensing a shift in momentum.
The Fit Queen quickly capitalizes, her muscles taut with determination. She grabs Amara's wrist and, with a fierce yank, pulls her into a short-arm clothesline that drops the Bollywood Bully hard onto the mat. The crowd roars in approval as Mabel, not wasting a second, hauls Amara up again. She spins her around, hooking her leg with precision and hoisting her up for a picture-perfect Fisherman Suplex, slamming her rival down with authority. The ring shakes with the impact, and the crowd counts along with the referee.
Fisherman Suplex (https://youtu.be/F0Fjs0-g_wI?si=2-QBifI47U0YQ6kg)
ONE…
TWO…
THRE—
Amara kicks out at the last possible second, the crowd gasping in disbelief. Mabel, though momentarily frustrated, channels the energy of the fans, her face a mask of fierce determination as she rises to her feet, ready to put an end to this epic battle.
"You're tough, I'll give you that, but you can't keep up with my cardio! I'm not done with you yet. Get ready for a real workout!" Mabel taunts, her voice carrying over the cheers of the audience. She stalks from the corner, eyes locked on the Bollywood Bully as she struggles to her feet. Raising her hand with a "three signal," she asks the crowd to count her reps.
With a burst of speed, Mabel charges and hits Amara with a devastating clothesline, sending her crashing to the mat. The crowd shouts, "ONE!" Mabel hauls Amara up and delivers a second clothesline, the force of the impact echoing through the arena. "TWO!" The third clothesline is the most brutal of all, turning Amara inside out and leaving her sprawling in the center of the ring. The crowd thunders, "THREE!"
"LAST SET!" The Fit Queen declares, her voice ringing with confidence and determination. She yanks Amara back to her feet, her muscles straining with the effort. Mabel positions her in a standing headscissors, her powerful arms wrapping around the Indian's waist. With a mighty heave, The Fit Queen hauls the woozy Singh to a seat on top of her shoulders. Shifting her grasp to Amara's waistband, she lifts her even higher into the air, giving her a wedgie in the process. The crowd holds its breath as Mabel pauses for a moment, showcasing her strength before dropping Amara back down to the canvas with a thunderous Sitout Powerbomb.
Gorgeous Bomb 02:49 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ti84-CfO4Xg&ab_channel=SISTEMAMALUCO)
The impact is earth-shattering, and Amara's body bounces off the mat before settling into a limp heap. The crowd explodes with cheers as Mabel hooks both of Amara's legs, leaning forward with all her weight for the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The referee's hand slaps the mat for the final count, and the bell rings, signaling Mabel's hard-fought victory. The arena erupts in applause and cheers, the fans chanting her name as she rises to her feet, victorious. Mabel stands tall, soaking in the adulation of the crowd, her body glistening with sweat and triumph as she raises her arms in victory, knowing she has given everything to win this epic showdown.
With the bell ringing and Mabel's victory sealed, the Fit Queen takes a moment to bask in the adulation of the crowd. But she isn't done yet. The roar of the fans only fuels her determination to make a lasting impression. She glances down at the defeated Amara, who is still lying in a dazed heap on the mat.
"Time for the grand finale," Mabel declares, a smirk playing on her lips. The crowd, sensing what's about to happen, begins to cheer even louder.
Mabel positions herself above Amara, her toned legs on either side of the Bollywood Bombshell's head. With a deliberate motion, she lowers herself down, her firm, muscular glutes pressing against Amara's face. The crowd erupts as Mabel secures the facesit, her victory pose, both dominant and final.
Amara's arms flail weakly, but the fight has been drained out of her. Mabel, feeling the last struggles of her opponent beneath her, flexes her biceps in a triumphant pose, soaking in the adoration and cheers of the audience.
The referee approaches, raising Mabel's arm in victory once more as she continues to sit on Amara's face, asserting her dominance. The crowd chants her name, their applause thunderous, as Mabel relishes the moment. This victory is not just about the match; it's about sending a message. The Fit Queen has proven her supremacy in the ring, and she isn't shy about flaunting it.
After a few moments, Mabel finally rises, leaving Amara gasping for air. She takes one last look at her fallen opponent before climbing the turnbuckle, raising her arms in a final, victorious pose as the crowd continues to cheer. This night belongs to the Fit Queen, and she has made sure everyone in the arena knows it.
As the cheers die down, Mabel looks out into the sea of faces, her determination and ambition clear. The crowd feels it, the electric energy in the air palpable. Defeating a former World Champion isn't just a victory—it's a statement. They sense that this victory puts Mabel on the path to becoming the next World Champion. The fans can see it in her eyes, in the way she carries herself. Mabel Powers is coming for the top, and nothing is going to stop her.
As she makes her way up the ramp, her theme music blaring triumphantly, Mabel knows that tonight was a turning point.
"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.
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 confidently, 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, ready to take on Amara for the third time.
MABEL POWERS
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.
Anger is a frequent emotion in the life of Amara Singh, frustration less so. But since losing to Mabel Powers at Spring Break, the intervening months saw the Bollywood Bombshell shuffled off to dark match purgatory, a gatekeeper for new meat not ready for the Pay-Per-Views. It was a life unworthy of Singh and yet Bethany Christian decided it was where the Empress currently fit best, jerking curtains and headlining the central Florida circuit.
And it was all because of one reason, losing to Mabel Powers. Or at least that’s what the fuming Amara believes in her cold, dead heart. So Amara went on figurative hands and knees to Bethany, pleading for a rubber match against the Fitness Queen. Leaving the bytch laid out at her feet would eject her out of obscurity and back into the minds if not hearts of the FAWNatics.
The Subcontinental Siren is ready to make Powers pay the only penalty for messing with her imperial narrative, complete and utter destruction.
With Singh on the balls of her feet backstage, the cheers for Mabel finally receding, the captivating groove of Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull’s "Exotic” breaks through the buzz, heralding the glorious return of Amara.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU ).
Her cue given, Amara bursts into view.
Excited yet repulsed by the re-appearance of the Empress, the despicable Singh draws the animosity of nearly every arena occupant as she reclaims the attention of every FAWNatic.
The Bollywood Bombshell takes the stage on her own two feet, her iconic palanquin having been lost in a less successful portion of her many wars.
AMARA SINGH
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.
As the former World Champion, now castaway, enters the squared circle, Singh’s fury focuses on Mabel, Amara’s dark eyes boring a hole in her recent rival. She claims 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!"
Ignoring the jeers, Singh turns as if she’s moving to her corner, then spins on a dime, charging Powers, unable to contain her rage and wait for the bell to bring the match to official order.
Amara, notorious for her cunning tactics, lunges forward with a vicious forearm smash aimed at Mabel's jaw. The crowd gasps, a collective breath held in suspense, as Mabel staggers back, caught off guard by Amara's unrelenting aggression. With a fiery determination blazing in her eyes, Amara continues her assault, driving Mabel into the corner with a relentless flurry of punches and kicks. The referee frantically attempts to intervene, shouting for them to stop, but his efforts are in vain, drowned out by the roaring crowd.
Mabel, refusing to be outdone, retaliates with a powerful shove, sending Amara staggering backward. The brawl escalates, a chaotic dance of fury and skill, as they grapple and exchange wild blows, neither willing to concede an inch of ground. Realizing the futility of separating them, the referee reluctantly signals for the match to officially begin. The bell rings amidst the chaos, and the crowd erupts into deafening cheers as the clash transitions into a sanctioned contest, where only one will emerge victorious.
Amara, still fueled by her initial assault, charges forward with calculated aggression, her eyes locked on her target. She throws a wild haymaker, but Mabel, with lightning-fast reflexes, ducks under it. Quick as a flash, Mabel counters with a sharp kick to Amara's midsection, driving her back a step, the crowd roaring with approval.
Undeterred, Amara regroups, her face a mask of steely resolve, and launches herself at Mabel again, attempting to grapple and control the pace. But Mabel, now a seasoned and formidable wrestler, uses her strength and technique to keep Amara at bay. With a swift series of arm drags and hip tosses, Mabel asserts her dominance, gaining the upper hand in the match.
The momentum shifts back and forth between the two fierce competitors, each move more electrifying than the last. Mabel shuffles behind Amara, securing her with a waistlock before slamming her front-first into the canvas. The Fit Queen keeps Amara subdued under her weight, showcasing her amateur wrestling skill. She spins herself on top of her Indian opponent and traps her in a front facelock, the crowd on the edge of their seats.
Snap Suplex (https://youtu.be/F27TteirBWo?si=0JWYLNYbIaq8ikso)
With a burst of energy, Mabel pulls Amara back to her feet, the facelock still secure, and throws her over with a front suplex. Mabel floats over and covers her opponent for the pin... ONE! The crowd holds its breath... TWO! But Amara kicks out easily, twisting her body to her side. Mabel quickly secures Amara with a side headlock, the intensity of the match escalating.
Amara slowly pushes to her feet, the audience cheering her on, and backs into the ropes, shoving Mabel off her. Mabel hits the distant ropes and charges back, aiming to hit Amara with a clothesline but misses. She follows through and hits the ropes once more, this time taking Amara down with a thunderous shoulder block. Amara makes a desperate, perpendicular sprint to the side of the ring, rolling towards Mabel, forcing Mabel to skip over her. The crowd is a frenzy of excitement as Mabel bounces off the ropes once more, and Amara, with a burst of energy, knocks her down onto her back with a Back Elbow and drops a knee on the face of Mabel Powers!
Amara, seizing the moment, springs to her feet with renewed vigor. She grabs Mabel by the arm and executes a swift arm drag, sending her opponent crashing to the mat. The crowd roars, sensing Amara's momentum. Smirking, she taunts, "Is that all you got, Mabel? You're pathetic!"
Wasting no time, Amara charges at Mabel, launching herself into a spectacular spinning heel kick that connects with precision, snapping Mabel's head back. "You should have stayed down!" Amara sneers, enjoying the boos from the crowd.
Spinning Heel Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExCas-FgOEs&pp=ygUdc3VtbWVyIHJhZSBzcGlubmluZyBoZWVsIGtpY2s%3D
Mabel tries to recover, but Amara is relentless. She sprints towards Mabel and leaps into a breathtaking hurricanrana, flipping her opponent head over heels. The audience is on their feet, the energy in the arena electric. Amara pulls Mabel up and, with a display of raw power, lifts her into the air for a thunderous body slam that reverberates through the ring.
Hurricarana (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwP20goIGxY&pp=ygURaHVycmljYXJhbmEgd29tYW4%3D)
With Mabel writhing on the canvas, Amara knows she must keep up the pressure. She hoists Mabel onto her shoulders and delivers a devastating over-the-knee backbreaker, bending her opponent's spine in a painful arch. The referee checks on Mabel, but Amara is already planning her next move. "You like that, huh? There's more where that came from!" she shouts, reveling in the crowd's disapproval.
Over-the-knee Backbreaker (https://youtube.com/shorts/78AdHaT7_kc?si=oguCxDAO-I9Mds3a)
Singh shoves Mabel dismissively as she rises to her feet, hovering over the brunette. The tawny-skinned grappler raises her arms high and wide, drawing a cascade of boos from the sellout crowd. She gazes down at Powers and sinks a set of nails into her adversary’s scalp, pulling the Fit Queen to her knees before releasing her grip.
“Bow to your Empress!” Amara demands when Mabel’s eyes rise to meet hers. “Head down.”
Instead, Powers balls her right hand and THUMPS a fist into the bronzed belly of the Bollywood Bombshell. Singh doubles slightly around the blow, but a follow-up slug has her fully bent, exhale bursting from her lips, and a third has her groaning, an arm wrapping around her midriff from the abuse.
Powers slips an arm between Singh’s golden-brown legs as she ascends, ‘hupping’ the Indian wrestler across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry, the crowd cheering their favorite on. Amara wriggles within her foe’s flexing arms, but there’s no escape until the Fit Queen lays out and splatters Singh to the deck with a Samoan Drop.
Samoan Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6p1iovk65s )
Amara’s body arches in pain, her backbone bruised from the impact. Seated in front of the Subcontinental Siren, Powers shows her athleticism, kipping to her feet. She turns to watch Singh struggle to stand and decides to “help” Amara reach vertical.
Grabbing a wrist and shoulder, Powers pivots with her opponent, flinging Singh to the far buckles with an Irish Whip. There’s no stopping the momentum forced into the Bollywood Brawler, Amara spinning into a rough back-first collision with the corner. Amara barely has time to breathe before a charging Mabel BURIES her foe under an avalanches splash, the Fit Queen crushing the Empress under her frame.
The brunette bounces away from the crash, a look of satisfaction on her face. The blasted Amara has a very different appearance indeed, the shellshocked Singh dropping to her bronzed backside, legs extended, dark eyes glassy from the potentially concussive force of the splash. But Mabel isn’t about to stop her assault on the reeling Bombshell.
Several feet removed from the reclining Amara, Powers turns her cheeks toward the dazed Singh and gives them a healthy slap. The Fit Queen charges though a pirouette, PLANTING her signature Asstastic in the face of the flagging Indian. Mabel’s booty THUMPS into Amara’s flawless features, then the brunette twerks her bountiful butt into the raised chin of Singh, punctuating the maneuver with a series of uppercuts before finishing with a grinding swoosh of cake to face.
Asstastic ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WVXfSkltr0 )
Finally relenting, Mabel moves toward the middle to an enthusiastic ovation from the crowd, Amara left a hot mess in the corner, the stunned Singh spitting the taste of the Fit Queen from her lips.
Mabel motions for Amara to rise and rejoin the fight, but the Empress decides to drop a shoulder and roll out of the ring for a time out. A wobbly Singh stalks the arena floor, gaining some distance to recover from Powers’ display.
The brunette isn’t interested in losing her momentum, however. She slips between the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and sprints around the outside, her radar honed on the staggering Singh. As Mabel rounds the final corner, she lowers a shoulder toward Amara’s sternum, but the Bombshell pivots and sweeps Mabel past, heaving her adversary into the steel ring steps. The Fit Queen CRASHES into the metal edifice with enough force to draw a sympathetic groan from the FAWNatics.
With Mabel puddling at the base of the battered steps, a huffing Amara takes advantage, laying her boots soles to the Gym General, stomping the remnants of Powers into a mudhole.
With the ref’s count to ‘SEVEN’, Singh ends her onslaught, plucking Powers off the concrete of the arena floor, and swinging her back in the squared circle, Mabel rolling several feet from the apron’s edge, and somehow staggering to her feet.
The Empress quickly follows in, rising as Powers hits the opposite ropes and rebounds. But a charging Singh is ready, nearly removing Mabel’s head from her shoulders with one of the biggest Big Boots in the game, Amara’s Sole Perfection.
Big Boot ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7t5m-Yhvg4&t=40s )
The flattened Fit Queen ends in a motionless starfish in front of Amara.
“Right where you should be, peasant,” Singh assures breathlessly.
The golden-brown Bombshell genuflects on Mabel’s bosom for an arrogant pin and the rubber match win with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Powers pushes a shoulder up, shoving Amara to her feet in the process.
A frustrated Singh stares at the wrecked Gym General. She dips to sink her claws into Powers’ dark locks and pulls her foe to stooped feet. Singh yanks the Fit Queen’s lowered noggin between her legs and wraps her arms around Mabel’s midriff, ready to PowerBollyBomb Powers into a stupor.
PowerBollyBomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjSpD_5Lu08 )
But as Mabel is flipped to a seat on Amara’s shoulders, she comes to life, pounding right hands into Singh’s temple until the Empress simultaneously loses her grip and a scissors from Mabel tightens around the Indian’s braincase.
The Gym General throws her weight in reverse and rips Amara off her feet with a rana, flipping Singh to the deck. Both women end on their back, drawing deep breaths as “THIS IS AWESOME” chants ring out through the arena.
The official observes the splayed competitors for several seconds before starting his double count-out. The tally reaches ‘SIX’ before Mabel and Amara stir, each pushing to all fours at ‘EIGHT’, and heaving their bodies vertical at ‘NINE’ to the loud appreciation of the crowd.
The women backpedal to opposite corners, leaning lethargically, wearily staring each other down when an invisible signal is raised. They sprint toward the other, both NAILING their rival with coinciding clotheslines, leaving the fighters felled next to each other.
Again, the referee is forced to begin his ten-count on each, but the former World Champion from the Subcontinent shows she’s made of stronger stuff, flopping over to her chest and draping an arm across the torso of the Gym General for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mabel throws Amara off, heaving her foe’s arm while shoving Singh to her back. Powers rolls to her left and has an arm swathed across the heaving bosom of the Bollywood Bombshell for the…
ONE…
TWO…
It’s Amara’s turn for the escape, shoving Mabel away and again each combatant lies on the canvas, drawing in deep pulls of oxygen as they stare blankly at the rafters, the crowd pleading with them to ‘FIGHT…FOREVER!’
The echoes of the crowd’s chanting reverberate through the arena, urging the two exhausted warriors to push beyond their limits. Both Mabel and Amara lie sprawled on the canvas, their chests rising and falling heavily as they gasp for breath, eyes locked on the ceiling lights above.
Summoning every ounce of strength, Powers is the first to stir, rolling onto her stomach and pushing herself up on shaky arms. She glances over at Amara, who is doing the same, the determination in their eyes undimmed despite their battered bodies.
Slowly, both women struggle to their feet, the crowd's cheers growing louder with each passing second. They stagger toward each other, meeting in the center of the ring once more, their faces etched with pain but also fierce resolve.
Mabel throws the first forearm, striking Amara's jaw with a powerful blow that snaps her head back. Amara responds in kind, delivering a forearm smash to Mabel's cheek, the impact reverberating through her skull. The crowd counts along with each exchange, their voices growing louder and more impassioned with every hit.
"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!"
The back-and-forth continues, each woman refusing to give an inch, their bodies swaying but their spirits unbroken. Finally, Mabel ducks a wild swing from Amara, slipping behind her and wrapping her arms around the Bollywood Bombshell's waist. With a surge of energy, Mabel lifts Amara off her feet and plants her with a German suplex, bridging for the pin.
German Suplex (https://youtu.be/laLxhyK6Sis?si=ILdAaeEWrWgaymqz)
ONE...
TWO...
THR—
Amara kicks out just in time, the crowd erupting in a mix of relief and disbelief. Mabel rolls to her knees, frustration etched on her face as she contemplates her next move. She knows she needs something big to put Amara away for good.
With a determined grunt, Mabel pulls Amara up and wraps her arms around Amara's waist, setting up for a Gorgeous Bomb. But Amara senses the danger and fights back, freeing herself and delivering a desperate elbow to Mabel's temple. The blow staggers Mabel, and Amara takes advantage, slipping out of the hold and delivering a thunderous spinning back kick to Mabel's midsection.
Mabel doubles over in pain, and Amara seizes the opportunity, locking in a front facelock and lifting Mabel for a vertical suplex. She holds her in the air for a moment, displaying her strength, before dropping Mabel down with a brainbuster, the impact echoing through the arena.
Brainbuster (https://youtu.be/Bw8YYOnv5Fs?si=SC9qJgi8Rxi5Gtkz)
The crowd is on the edge of their seat as Amara drapes an arm over Mabel, the referee sliding into position for the count.
ONE...
TWO...
THR—
Mabel kicks out, the arena exploding with cheers and chants. Amara's eyes widened in disbelief, her body trembling with exhaustion and frustration.
Both women lie motionless for a moment, the crowd chanting "THIS IS AWESOME!" in unison. Slowly, they begin to stir, each digging deep into their reserves of strength. Amara is the first to rise, dragging Mabel up with her. She positions Mabel for the PowerBollyBomb, but Mabel fights back, driving elbows into Amara's ribs.
With a final burst of energy, Mabel frees herself of Amara's grip, grabs her by the wrist, and whips her into the ropes. As Amara rebounds, Mabel catches her with a devastating spinebuster, planting her in the center of the ring. The crowd roars as Mabel eyes locked on her turnbuckle. The Fit Queen drags Amara towards the corner and ascends to the highest position of the ring, measuring Singh carefully before leaping off the top rope and driving an elbow into the heart of the Subcontinental Siren!
Diving Elbow Drop (https://youtu.be/lR882OFjJnw?si=nRsbl49D67rliT66)
Amara shudders briefly upon impact before settling into a limp, allowing Powers to cover her for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THR—
Amara kicks out just before the three-count, the crowd gasping in disbelief. Mabel, though momentarily frustrated, doesn't waste time. She hauls Amara to her feet, but the Bollywood Bully, ever cunning, thumbs Mabel's right eye as she gets up, blinding her temporarily and drawing boos from the audience.
Taking advantage of Mabel's disorientation, Amara collects herself and follows up with a spinning heel kick that lands squarely on Mabel's jaw, sending her crashing to the canvas.
The crowd's boos intensify as Amara, clearly relishing her control, yanks Mabel up and whips her into the corner. With a wicked grin, she charges in with a corner clothesline, the sound of the impact echoing through the arena as Mabel winces in pain. Amara then hooks her opponent and lifts her with a body slam, driving her down with authority.
The impact leaves Mabel writhing in pain, and Amara quickly capitalizes, lifting her into a seated position and locking in a dragon sleeper, wrenching back on Mabel's neck. The Bollywood Bully taunts the crowd, her confidence swelling as Mabel’s face contorts in agony.
Dragon Sleeper (https://youtu.be/_yT5RX57fUk?si=S0aX1wPhXPvKlN_i)
Mabel struggles against the hold, the pain evident on her face, but the crowd's encouragement fuels her determination. "Come on, Mabel! You can do it!" echoes throughout the arena. Slowly, she begins to push herself into a bridge, the strength of her core surprising Amara as she slips out of the hold and reverses the dragon sleeper into an Snap DDT!
DDT (https://youtu.be/ZlQkIzxmC5s?si=pjSa41Z-Ou6Ly-vJ)
Amara’s head gets driven into the canvas with a sickening thud, and the Bollywood Bully clutches the back of her head, dazed and disoriented. Mabel rolls onto her back, both women down again for the count.
The referee begins the ten-count, and the tension in the arena is palpable. "ONE… TWO… THREE…" The crowd counts along, their voices growing louder with each number. "FOUR… FIVE… SIX…" Mabel stirs, the determination etched on her face as she fights through the pain. "SEVEN… EIGHT…" Amara groans, her hand reaching for the ropes.
Mabel uses every ounce of energy she has left to push herself up. The crowd erupts in cheers as she stands, wavering slightly but fueled by their support. Before the count reaches "TEN," The Fit Queen pulls Amara back to her feet, wrapping her arms around Amara's waist and lifting her like a potato sack. With a mighty heave, she slams her foe into the canvas with a thunderous Belly-to-Belly Suplex!
Refusing to let go, the Gorgeous Powerhouse keeps her arms locked around Amara's waist. She lifts her again, hoisting her off the ground and slamming her down with another bone-jarring Belly-to-Belly.
"FINISH STRONG!" Powers roars, adrenaline surging through her veins. She lifts Amara once more and hurls her overhead with a mighty toss. The former champion crashes onto her back with a sickening THUD, writhing in agony on the mat.
Rolling Belly-to-Belly Suplexes (https://youtu.be/qKV8R_S1lQQ?si=7cXa6FiBKz8A0pk9)
Years of experience kick in for the Subcontinental Siren as she instinctively rolls out of the ring, seeking a moment's respite and preventing Mabel from going for the cover.
The FAWNatics jeer, unhappy with Singh’s effort to escape for the time being. The exhausted Empress isn’t interested in their opinion, wearily flashing them a middle finger as she staggers a few steps from the apron’s edge.
Powers follows her adversary out, keeping in Amara’s blind spot as best she can. Charging, Mabel shouts at her rival. Singh spins to face the brunette and is NAILED with an Axe Bomber for her mistake. Amara’s sent crashing to the concrete, flat on her back, dark eyes glassy as she blankly stares into the face of the rampaging Fit Queen.
Axe Bomber ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=olO_h1nUVbc )
Her retreat unsuccessful, the dazed Bombshell is pulled to her feet, Powers’ hands wrapping tightly around the head of the flagging Indian grappler. Mabel bullies Singh to the metal barrier behind the Empress. Powers pivots and THWAPS a knife-edge chop across Amara’s chest, rocking Singh, her face etched in pain as the crowd reflexively ‘WOOOO’s in response.
“Are you figuring out, I’m no one’s peasant?” the Gym General asks.
Mabel licks the side of her palm and cocks her arm for a second chop, swinging toward her foe’s clavicle, but Singh ducks beneath.
Mabel pirouettes through the swing-and-miss and, when Powers turns to find the Bombshell, she’s blistered with a Blazing Chop from Singh, the meaty ‘THWACK’ causing Mabel’s eyes to bulge as the stinging pain vibrates through her body. The former World Champion isn’t done, as she builds a bright red welt just above Powers’ bosom with a second and third, the last chop nearly knocking Mabel into the front row.
With Powers’ abs exposed, Singh pounds a toe kick into the brunette’s tummy, doubling over the Gym General. The Bollywood Bully dips and scoops an arm between Mabel’s wickets and ‘hups’ Powers across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
Showing she has strength that nearly matches Mabel’s, Amara military presses the Fit Queen above, drawing sounds of consternation from the crowd as a wide-eyed Powers rises from her foe’s shoulders.
Surging forward, Singh increases Mabel’s apprehension, and the Empress launches her foe with an incredible Lawn Dart Toss, Mabel’s head BANGING into the apron’s edge as she returns to earth from Amara’s heave.
Lawn Dart Toss ( youtu.be/xgbOgqwLyhY?t=12 )
Powers’ head snaps back from the collision and she puddles at Amara’s feet. After the effort, Singh is bent at the waist, hands on knees, drawing deep breaths, in recovery mode from the fiercest of the wrestlers’ three wars.
Noting the rising count from the ref, the Bollywood Bombshell peels Mabel off the cement and stuffs her back in the ring, Amara’s trip to the outside a fruitful one in changing the momentum of the match. Singh takes a deep breath and crawls in after the splayed Powers. Slowly rising, she pulls the broken Fit Queen up with her and aims Powers at the far buckles.
Sending Mabel off with an Irish Whip, the Gym General is sent racing across the canvas. She turns into a back-first collision with the corner, hitting with enough force to ‘turn off’ her lower limbs, Powers’ ass plopping to the deck, legs extended.
Using that as her cue, Amara takes off in a sprint and launches into a running hip attack that ROCKS Mabel when derriere meets face.
Running Hip Attack ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=yR5wI0OhaGE )
With the Fit Queen in a daze, an increasingly confident Amara backs dat empress ass up and BURIES Mabel’s face within. The faltering Powers flails helplessly, trying to find air and an escape. Singh scrubs her cheeks across Mabel’s features in a tight figure-8, Amara giving the brunette an arrogant lesson in humiliation with her Harem Shake stinkface.
Harem Shake ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9046_dJGNl4 )
The Bollywood Bully relents when the official starts his count, hoping to get the match out of the corner.
Singh strides to the middle, leaving Mabel a greasy-faced mess, barely aware of her circumstances but at least able to breathe.
Amara motions Mabel to get her ass off the ground. Slowly but surely, the brunette manages with the help of the ropes. Singh rushes toward her target with a shoulder lowered to skewer Powers.
The Fit Queen, an arm over the rope on either side of the top buckle, leans back and raises her legs and torso. Powers lands on the back of the Indian grappler as Singh puts on the brakes just before ramming into the ring post.
Mabel slides down Amara’s spine and stumbles to center stage where she regains her balance. She turns to find her rival and is impaled by a SPEAR from the charging Bombshell, Singh having made a quick u-turn after her failed effort.
Mabel folds like a cheap pair of pants around the invading shoulder, the Gym General GUTTED AND PLOWED into the deck by Amara’s vicious tackle.
The Empress spreads her body across the demolished Powers in a lateral press, Singh hooking the brunette’s far leg for insurance for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mabel shoves a shoulder up, drawing some worried but hopeful cheers from the FAWNatics, as Amara ends on her haunches next to the Fit Queen, Singh unable to comprehend the fight remaining in the peasant at her side as she sweeps ebony locks off her glistening forehead.
Determined to end it, Amara yanks Mabel to her feet, ready to deliver a finishing blow. But Mabel, fueled by sheer will and the roaring crowd, lashes out with a surprise elbow smash to Amara’s jaw. The impact of the strike echoes through the arena, and Singh stumbles back, her eyes wide with shock and pain. The crowd erupts, sensing a shift in momentum.
The Fit Queen quickly capitalizes, her muscles taut with determination. She grabs Amara's wrist and, with a fierce yank, pulls her into a short-arm clothesline that drops the Bollywood Bully hard onto the mat. The crowd roars in approval as Mabel, not wasting a second, hauls Amara up again. She spins her around, hooking her leg with precision and hoisting her up for a picture-perfect Fisherman Suplex, slamming her rival down with authority. The ring shakes with the impact, and the crowd counts along with the referee.
Fisherman Suplex (https://youtu.be/F0Fjs0-g_wI?si=2-QBifI47U0YQ6kg)
ONE…
TWO…
THRE—
Amara kicks out at the last possible second, the crowd gasping in disbelief. Mabel, though momentarily frustrated, channels the energy of the fans, her face a mask of fierce determination as she rises to her feet, ready to put an end to this epic battle.
"You're tough, I'll give you that, but you can't keep up with my cardio! I'm not done with you yet. Get ready for a real workout!" Mabel taunts, her voice carrying over the cheers of the audience. She stalks from the corner, eyes locked on the Bollywood Bully as she struggles to her feet. Raising her hand with a "three signal," she asks the crowd to count her reps.
With a burst of speed, Mabel charges and hits Amara with a devastating clothesline, sending her crashing to the mat. The crowd shouts, "ONE!" Mabel hauls Amara up and delivers a second clothesline, the force of the impact echoing through the arena. "TWO!" The third clothesline is the most brutal of all, turning Amara inside out and leaving her sprawling in the center of the ring. The crowd thunders, "THREE!"
"LAST SET!" The Fit Queen declares, her voice ringing with confidence and determination. She yanks Amara back to her feet, her muscles straining with the effort. Mabel positions her in a standing headscissors, her powerful arms wrapping around the Indian's waist. With a mighty heave, The Fit Queen hauls the woozy Singh to a seat on top of her shoulders. Shifting her grasp to Amara's waistband, she lifts her even higher into the air, giving her a wedgie in the process. The crowd holds its breath as Mabel pauses for a moment, showcasing her strength before dropping Amara back down to the canvas with a thunderous Sitout Powerbomb.
Gorgeous Bomb 02:49 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ti84-CfO4Xg&ab_channel=SISTEMAMALUCO)
The impact is earth-shattering, and Amara's body bounces off the mat before settling into a limp heap. The crowd explodes with cheers as Mabel hooks both of Amara's legs, leaning forward with all her weight for the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The referee's hand slaps the mat for the final count, and the bell rings, signaling Mabel's hard-fought victory. The arena erupts in applause and cheers, the fans chanting her name as she rises to her feet, victorious. Mabel stands tall, soaking in the adulation of the crowd, her body glistening with sweat and triumph as she raises her arms in victory, knowing she has given everything to win this epic showdown.
With the bell ringing and Mabel's victory sealed, the Fit Queen takes a moment to bask in the adulation of the crowd. But she isn't done yet. The roar of the fans only fuels her determination to make a lasting impression. She glances down at the defeated Amara, who is still lying in a dazed heap on the mat.
"Time for the grand finale," Mabel declares, a smirk playing on her lips. The crowd, sensing what's about to happen, begins to cheer even louder.
Mabel positions herself above Amara, her toned legs on either side of the Bollywood Bombshell's head. With a deliberate motion, she lowers herself down, her firm, muscular glutes pressing against Amara's face. The crowd erupts as Mabel secures the facesit, her victory pose, both dominant and final.
Amara's arms flail weakly, but the fight has been drained out of her. Mabel, feeling the last struggles of her opponent beneath her, flexes her biceps in a triumphant pose, soaking in the adoration and cheers of the audience.
The referee approaches, raising Mabel's arm in victory once more as she continues to sit on Amara's face, asserting her dominance. The crowd chants her name, their applause thunderous, as Mabel relishes the moment. This victory is not just about the match; it's about sending a message. The Fit Queen has proven her supremacy in the ring, and she isn't shy about flaunting it.
After a few moments, Mabel finally rises, leaving Amara gasping for air. She takes one last look at her fallen opponent before climbing the turnbuckle, raising her arms in a final, victorious pose as the crowd continues to cheer. This night belongs to the Fit Queen, and she has made sure everyone in the arena knows it.
As the cheers die down, Mabel looks out into the sea of faces, her determination and ambition clear. The crowd feels it, the electric energy in the air palpable. Defeating a former World Champion isn't just a victory—it's a statement. They sense that this victory puts Mabel on the path to becoming the next World Champion. The fans can see it in her eyes, in the way she carries herself. Mabel Powers is coming for the top, and nothing is going to stop her.
As she makes her way up the ramp, her theme music blaring triumphantly, Mabel knows that tonight was a turning point.