Buck: “Welcome back for our second match of the evening, pitting the blonde beach brawler Missy Daniel against the unbeatable Goth vixen Jewel DeVine.”

Tammy: "This is an important match for Missy. She's banking a lot on it. She's said this is the match that will propel her past her sister into the upper echelon of FAWN, taking the top spot as the only woman to defeat Jewel DeVine legitimately."

Buck: "I wouldn't bet the farm if I were her. No one's come close to beating Jewel, except for that one disqualification in the championship tournament, which screwed Jewel out of her rightful advancing. If that hadn't happened, FAWN would likely have had a different champion."

Tammy: "Missy says she knows how to beat Jewel. She's said that Jewel's never faced anyone as tough as her. I'm not sure about that, but she's never faced either of the Daniel sisters before. I should note that Chrissy has said she will not interfere in the match. Missy wants to do it herself, and her younger sister is going to let her."

Buck: "Ain't gonna happen. My girl Jewel is going to feast on Daniel flesh tonight."

Tammy: "We'll see."

[Suddenly, the lights go low. Metallica's "Enter Sandman" rumbles over the loudspeakers. Without waiting for any pyrotechnics, Missy Daniel stomps into the arena, coming down the aisle like she is mad at the world, like she has something to prove. No smiles, no sexy shimmy, she is all business.]

Tammy: "Here comes Missy Daniel. She looks like a woman ready for war, doesn't she?"

Buck: "Good thing, 'cause that's exactly what she's going to get with Jewel."

[An attractive dirty blonde bomber, Missy wears a black pleather string bikini top and matching hipster briefs, cut low at the waist and almost even with the crotch. Black wristbands adorn her wrists and black boots with "MD" on the sides in interlocking white letters complete the ensemble. Her straight blonde hair hanging over her shoulders and down her back, she strides up the ring steps, chest bouncing within her tight bikini top. Leaning down, luscious ass caressed by the black faux leather, she climbs through the ropes, an alabaster skinned, nicely rounded blonde. Almost as though she is the anthesis of her sister's bubbly entrance, she is all business. Flipping off the catcalling crowd, she scowls, searching the arena for her opponent. Jewel not being present as of yet, she settles back into her corner, awaiting the start of the match.]

Buck: "Is it me or does she look like a woman on her way to the chopping block?"

Tammy: "It's you. She looks awfully confident to me."

[The arena goes black. The Apotheosis Now remix of 'OH FORTUNA' begins to fill the stadium. The jumbotron monitor shows a grainy, black and white image of a desolate room with chains hanging from the ceiling, which the camera slowly maneuvers through. Small, candle like pyrotechnics illuminate the exit from the dressing room area, barely providing enough light to greet the entrance of the gothic beauty. Jewel wears a long robe that hides the dimensions of her body from view, the hood pulled above her head so that her face remains cloaked. She walks down the entrance ramp slowly, methodically, with a purpose, small lights to either side of the ramp following her motion, barely illuminated. The fans watch in awed silence.]

Buck: "The queen has arrived. Jewel as always makes her stunning entrance. What a specimen."

Tammy: "Not a wrestling specimen in the classic sense. Not a ripped physique, nor even noticeable muscles. Where does she get her power from?"

Buck: "Maybe she drank lots of milk as a child? Her tits are awesome enough to feed the 82nd Airborne. I always wanted to fly."

Tammy: "Pig."

[Jewel enters the ring, and stands in the center as the lights finally come back on. The raven haired woman is wearing a long robe that hides the dimensions of her body from view, but, with a quick gesture, the garment is removed, exposing her ring attire. The diminutive Goth wears a tiny black bikini top that strains against her generous assets, and a small bikini bottom that barely hides her sex from view. The bikini is complimented by her elbow length black gloves and knee high black boots, and around her neck rests a red jewel that glistens and glimmers under the lights of the stadium. The rest of her small, flawless body is exposed, the paleness of her skin emphasized by her black clothing.]

Buck: "YEAH! Now THAT'S what I'M talkin' 'bout! Look at that rack! And you wonder where she gets her strength…"

[Jewel contemplates her opponent with cold eyes - not the cold of anger, but the cold of indifference. The blonde in the opposite corner is merely a stepping stone, a minor bump in the road to the ultimate goal, the ultimate display of power. The FAWN Championship belt held by her younger sister. Missy is merely a means to an end, that end being the demonstration of the unbeatable power of the jewel. What better way than to use it to destroy the champion of FAWN and claim the prize for herself and her employer? Missy Daniel, or whatever her name was, would be no contest.]

DING DING DING

Tammy: "And there's the bell!"

[Missy strides out to the center of the ring, glaring at the apparently disinterested Goth. Jewel does not move, merely content to gaze upon the approaching ball of anger. Missy reaches up to grab Jewel's hair, quickly pulling the diminutive woman into a side headlock. The two scantily clad woman jockey for position, the blonde aggressor cinching her foe's head into her bare side, the diminutive Goth's gloved hand resting on the blonde's hip, the other gripping her encircling arm. Missy pulls the Goth out to center ring, grinding her head in her powerful arms, the pale beauty's ass displayed to the crowd as she is bent forward at the waist. Jewel grimaces as her head is squeezed. After a few moments, Jewel pulls the blonde's arm away from her head and shoves her toward the opposite ropes like she was a mere kitten.

Missy bounces off the ropes, surprised at the casual way she was shrugged off, the headlock obviously not doing any damage to speak of. Catching herself before she could spring back, Missy collects herself at the ropes and again closes on the diminutive Gothic Princess. Slipping quickly behind her, she catches her alabaster foe in a hammerlock, cinching her arm up behind her back and wrapping her arm around her neck, pulling her back into the hold. The two women again jockey for position, the Goth twisting to escape, the blonde countering to prevent. Missy begins to walk Jewel toward the ropes, the hammerlock firmly in place, lifting Jewel up enough to not allow her to plant her feet, the brunette on her tip toes as the two women close on the ropes. Jewel's hair hangs in her face as she grimaces, being led to the ropes.

Finally reaching the ropes, Missy leans in on her captive foe, forcing Jewel's chest and torso into the strands, her arm still chicken winged behind her. Rubbing her captive's chest against the ropes, Missy abrades the marvelous melons through the tiny bikini top. Jewel moans as her ripe cassavas are tormented.]

"Not so tough are you, you fucking little Goth pretender bitch," Missy spits at her opponent, smiling as she enjoys inflicting pain. She had been right all along. Jewel had never fought anyone like her before. This was going to be a cake walk. How could this diminutive, big titted twit hope to fight back? Missy's reputation would be etched in stone - the woman that brought down Jewel DeVine, the unbeatable one!

Tammy: "So far, it looks like Missy is making good on her vow to wipe the mat with Jewel. Jewel hasn't mounted any offense so far, much less defense."

Buck: "Very out of character for her, yes, but I can't imagine that the undefeatable Goth princess will allow this to continue. I'm not sure why she's being woman-handled so far, but it's not unpleasant to watch her get dominated like this. Not unpleasant at all…"

[Missy grabs the hair on the top of Jewel's head and pulls her up from the ropes, the pale woman's arms spread as if to balance herself. Missy runs across the ring, Jewel in tow, whipping her into the opposite ropes. Jewel bounces off them and into a vicious eye gouge. Jewel cries out and spins away from the beach bomber, holding her eyes. Missy kneels behind the stunned raven haired beauty, bringing her forearm up in a swift motion, splitting her goalposts and slamming it into her crotch. Jewel cries out again and sinks to her knees on the mat, hands shoved in her crotch. With the hurting Goth on her knees in front of her, Missy twirls those luxurious locks into her left hand, tugging her to her feet. Turning her to face her, she is suddenly rewarded with a fist in the stomach. The power of that punch drives the breath from her body. Missy's eyes open wide in shock, stunned by the force of that punch. Looking into her adversary's face, she sees no pain lingering, only a cold malice that chills the beach cat. Another punch to the belly and Missy's hand releases the Gothic one's raven hair. Jewel grabs the shocked blonde by the throat, lifting her up into the air, suspended by only the one hand. Missy's feet dangle in the air as she claws at Jewel's hand, the hand that has a secure grip on her windpipe. Panicking, the blonde claws at the scantily clad Jewel's eyes. Jewel's groans as her eyes are attacked, but she refuses to release the blonde. Parading her around the ring, she fights through the repeated clawing of her eyes, finally reaching the center of the ring and, lifting her dangling her foe higher still off the mat, chokeslams the suspended blonde down to the mat with a thunderous bang.]

Buck: "WOAH! Talk about your reversals! Jewel just laid Missy out and how! Missy is lying on her back, stunned. I don't think her breasts have stopped bouncing yet! Booo yeah!"

Tammy: "Jewel just shrugged off the eye gouges like they were nothing. Missy is just starting to roll to her side. Her eyes have a stunned look to them. I don't think she expected that kind of power."

Buck: "If she's done her homework at all, there's no way she couldn't."

[Jewel grabs a handful of Missy's disheveled hair, guiding the staggered blonde to her feet. Placing one hand on her throat, she shoves the other between her thighs. Hefting the buxom blonde over her head like she weighed no more than a feather, Jewel holds her there, Missy's eyes bulging out from the pressure as her hands fight to free her neck. Jewel strides around the ring, the hapless blonde under her control. Her right hand squeezes Missy's pubic mound, drawing a startled yelp from the elder Daniel. Before she can come to grips with the searing pain, she is hurtled through the air, her plush frame slamming front first into the turnbuckle. Arms draped over the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle, the blasted blonde lies facing the corner, slumped, her cheek resting on the padding.]

Tammy: "Missy must be wondering what went wrong. She's totally stunned, leaning against the turnbuckle, chest heaving as she fights to get her equilibrium back."

Buck: "I can tell her what went wrong. She got in the ring with my girl Jewel DeVine. That's what went wrong."

[Jewel approaches the blonde from behind. Lashing a kick into her kidney, she drives her foot deep into the meat of her lush lower back, Missy convulsing in the corner, hair flying as her head snaps backwards. Standing behind her, Jewel waits, her hair partially obscuring her face. Missy gathers herself in the corner, a look of resolve on her face. It's time to take this match back under control. The bitch got lucky, that's all.

Quickly spinning, Missy flings her outstretched arm back at Jewel's head. Jewel, anticipating the attack, ducks the obvious move. Missy's arm flings over her head, opening her up, defenseless. Jewel guts her with a tremendous punch to her midriff, nearly spearing her with the impact. Missy's body folds up around the fist, skewered like a Daniel-kabob, gasping for air as the fist penetrates just below her rib cage, sinking deep into the soft goodness.

"Guuuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She staggers back a step, plopping her pleather encased ass on the middle buckle, arms draped on the top ropes. Jewel regards her with disdain, ducking down slightly and swinging her fist in an upward arc, plowing into the blonde's lower belly, just above the waist of her black bottoms, flattening the mound of flesh and drawing a "Huffffffffffff" from her target. Missy's head hangs forward, blonde hair obscuring her face, but by the trembling of her midsection, the effect of the assault is all too clear. Jewel pushes Missy's face, pressing her head back into the top buckle painfully. As one arm ineffectually slaps at Jewel's smooth arm, the raven haired tormenter raises her knee into the soft valley between her victim's thighs, bone on pussy resonating with shocking force. Missy's eyes close as the pain explodes from her crotch, a shudder wracking her frame as the power makes itself know. A second pussy pound shakes Missy's frame.

"Gunnnnnggghhh…"

Her hands drop to her crotch, eyes lidded in pain as her sweetmeat explodes beneath her. Pulling the tenderized temptress out of the corner by her damp hair, Jewel guides the meekly complying dirty blonde to the middle of the ring. Pulling her head in between her sleek thighs, Jewel squeezes her opponent's melon, holding her bent forward at the waist, the beach blonde's hands still trying to protect her screaming crotch from further abuse.

Jewel looks down at the alabaster blonde's glistening back. A humorless smile dawns on the Goth as she undoes the back of Missy's tight black pleather bikini top. Untying it behind her neck and unhooking the strap across her back, she yanks the now useless piece of material off the stunned blonde's chest.]

Buck: "Daniel titties! Daniel titties! I was wondering how long it would take to see those luscious lovelies. True to her history, Jewel doesn't disappoint."

[Jewel tosses the useless bikini top out of the ring, the black pleather harness falling through the ropes and onto the floor at ringside. Reaching under her foe, the raven haired beauty begins to manipulate her foe's bare breasts, caressing and squeezing the large fleshy mounds of ripe tit meat. Missy struggles to pull free, but with her hands still wedged in her aching crotch, her attempt is ineffective, though the jiggling of her round ass is captivating to the crowd as they watch the mounds within the confines of her black pleather bottoms. Jewel continues to fondle and caress her foe's sweet breasts, plying the flesh with the expert touch of a lover - only this lover is cold and calculating, bent on the blonde's destruction and humiliation, not her pleasure for pleasure's sake. Cupping the soft flesh in her hands, she stimulates them to firmness, the nipples growing rock hard.

With a shudder and a moan, Missy's mind is engulfed in heat as her breasts are turned as weapons against her. Unable to protect both her crotch and tits, she pulls at the alabaster beauty's hands, trying to pull them off her melons. With one last knee weakening caress, Jewel twists her hands out of Missy's desperate grip, allowing the blonde to sink to her knees, her head still firmly wedged between her thighs. Her face red from the surprising pressure exerted by those thighs, Missy's eyes close as she settles to her knees, hands weakly slapping at her foe's alabaster thighs in a vain attempt to get free.

Jewel reaches forward and grabs the waist of Missy's bottoms, pulling up on the waistband, pulling the crotch up into Missy's womanhood hard! The pain is intense as the pleather bites into her crotch and slips up slightly between her cheeks. Missy quickly and awkwardly rises to her feet, still bent over at the waist, her head still painfully wedged between the alabaster thighs of her foe. Pounding her fists into those thighs, slapping her sides with desperate palms, Missy tries to pull free. Finally, Missy wraps her arms around Jewel's smooth thighs, lifting her off the mat, knifing her hand into the Goth's nether region and standing up straight. Falling backwards, she flings Jewel over her head, the raven mistress landing on the mat on her back behind the desperate blonde.

As Jewel shakes her head from the impact with the mat, Missy collapses to her knees, big breasts bouncing on her bare chest, eyes closing as she holds her head in pain. Neither woman makes a move to get up for a few moments.]

Tammy: "It looks like both women are stunned right now. Neither is taking advantage of the situation."

Buck: "Well, if I know Jewel, her amazing recuperative powers will get her back to her feet before Dizzy Miss Missy."

[Sure enough, as though on cue from his words, Jewel rolls to her stomach, gets to her knees and finally her feet. Regarding the kneeling blonde with cold, calculating eyes, she advances on her.

Grabbing a generous amount of hair, she tugs the unwilling but unresisting elder Daniel to her feet on shaky pins. Holding the half-lidded eyed young woman's head level with her own, Jewel raises her right forearm up sharply, snapping Missy's head back violently, the blonde's eyes rolling in her head and her hair flying in all directions, large tits a-jiggle, thighs quaking. Missy drops to her knees again, only to be lifted up to her feet again by her unaccountably strong tormentress.

Jewel parades the cowed blonde around the ring, displaying her blasted foe to the crowd. The crowd cheers, not out of love for the deadly Goth beauty, but for the dominance of one opponent over the other. Missy's bare jiggling titties and partially exposed ass cheeks don't hurt either.]

Buck: "It looks like Jewel's got a compliant plaything in her grip."

Tammy: "Compliant? Big word for you, jughead."

Buck: "Missy is just stumbling along in Jewel's wake, and... OHHHHHHH !!!!!! A turn around elbow to the top of the head drops the blonde to her belly on the mat. Missy's barely resisting, overwhelmed by the power and ferocity of the deadly beauty."

Tammy: "Jewel picks her up again by the hair, Missy struggling to stand. Another gutting punch to the belly! Missy's body shudders as the fist sinks into that softened fleshy gut. Missy's eyes close, the pain just paralyzing her. I don't think she ever expected the power that Jewel can generate. No one can until they experience it first hand. I wonder how her sister will handle it when they inevitably meet."

Buck: "Right now, I'm just enjoying my girl dominating the self-confident Missy. She was so sure she would handle Jewel and handle her easily."

[Missy is lost. She has no idea where the next attack is coming from. A punch to her right tit, a punch to her left tit, a knee in the crotch, a punch to the face, a punch to her already weakened belly. Missy is helpless as she feels herself turned around facing away from her attacker and pulled backwards into the Goth princess' embrace, the victim of a reverse bear hug. Jewel's arms wrap around her midriff slightly below her bulbous breasts and the squeeze is on.

Jewel applies horrific pressure to Missy's midriff, her arms barely striating yet the power debilitating. Missy's eyes close as she weakly struggles in the raven haired woman's grasp. A smirk of condescension adorns Jewel's face as she feels disdain for the weakly struggling protagonist in her grip. This pathetic Daniel sister is no match for the great Jewel DeVine! No one is. She is unbeatable, unassailable as Gibraltar, unquenchable as St. Helens. She is... Jewel DeVine!

Leaning back, she lifts Missy's feet of the ground, raising the heavier blonde off the mat like she was no more than a feather. Bouncing in her toes, she jangles the already suffering, bewildered blonde in her arms, Missy's unrestrained mouthwatering tits bouncing wildly on her bare chest as her ribs and diaphragm are crushed in the diminutive brunette's debilitating crush.]

Tammy: "I'm not sure how much more Missy can take. It's like Jewel has thrown away all the reigns on her incredible power, wanting to break Missy completely."

Buck: "It's an awesome display of wrestling, I have to say."

Tammy: "Wrestling? I don't think she's used more than two wrestling moves at most, if that many. She's just pounding her into submission."

Buck: "Submission is good. Submission I like."

Tammy: "Color me not surprised."

[With the ragdolled blonde feebly struggling in her arms, Jewel walks toward the corner. Heaving the heavier blonde into the corner like a dishrag, she deposits the brash Daniel face first into the turnbuckle. Missy hangs limply in the corner, supported only by her arms draped over the top rope. Her eyes glassy, her chest breathing like a bellows, hair straggled across her face, legs limp against the turnbuckle, she is the anthesis of the proud, cocky, arrogant blonde that entered the arena at the start of the match. She is a beaten beauty and she knows it. Her annoyingly perceptive sister was right... again.

Damn her.]

Tammy: "Missy looks shot, Buck. I'm afraid you were right. She was no match for the Goth."

Buck: "Who is? I'm not saying Missy isn't any good. I'm sure she can beat damn near anyone, but not Jewel. Jewel is just too much the complete package. She's just toying with Missy now."

Tammy: "Poor Missy. Wow. Did I just say that? I never thought I'd ever feel sympathy for one of the Daniel sisters. They're both annoying and arrogant. No one deserves this though. She was putting so much on this match, too."

Buck: "She wanted Jewel and she got her. She just needs to be careful what she wishes for next time."

[Jewel advances on the withered blonde from behind. Pressing into Missy's back with her own delectable body, she reaches around with her right arm and caresses her right breast, cupping, feeling, kneading, massaging, stimulating the fleshy orb. Missy groans as the feeling surges through her. Damn it. Not again.

Not content with the stimulation of her foe's breast, Jewel slips the left down the blonde's damp plush belly and into the front of her boy cut bikini bottoms. Missy's eyes open and a look of shock dawns on her face. She closes her eyes as Jewel caresses and fondles her lower belly beneath her trunks, kneading the softness just above her crotch. A shudder runs down Missy's back and her eyes half close with a groan.

Jewel continues working the helpless blonde's breast as her left slips lower, into the forbidden zone. Running her fingers deftly along the damp entry way to her foe's love canal, Jewel elicits a deep groan from her captive. Missy's knees grow weak as her tormentress's fingers explore and conquer.]

Tammy: "Disgusting."

Buck: "Delightfully so. I knew we'd see the good stuff soon."

[With Missy unresisting before her, Jewel pulls her hand out of her pants and off her hardened breast. Gripping the waist of Missy's bottoms, she pulls them roughly over her hips, down her thighs, past her boots and off. Naked save for her black boots and wristbands, Missy hangs stunned and humbled facing the corner.

Jewel tosses the bottoms aside and focuses on the limp blonde again. Grabbing her damp blonde locks, she drags the naked blonde across the ropes, abrading her face, breasts and belly on the strands. Missy cries out as her increasingly sensitive flesh is scraped, her hardened nipples especially screaming at her in abject agony!

Feeding off Missy's pained scream like come macabre python, Jewel pulls the hurting Daniel sister off the ropes, holding her upright by her hair. Appraising the slack jawed, tormented face of her opponent, Jewel kicks up her attack another notch. Backhanding Missy across the face, the blonde's hair flies as her head is snapped to the side. Jewel slaps again, merely to demonstrate to the crowd and to Missy herself that Jewel is in complete control of her helpless foe.

Her statement made, she feels the time has come to destroy the blonde for good now. Clutching her under her chin with her left hand, she clamps her fingers around Missy's throat. Shoving her other hand into the blonde's crotch, inserting her fingers into her love canal in the process, she easily hefts her into the air over her head. Parading her trophy around the ring with a satisfied smirk on her face, the fingers of Jewel's right hand begin stimulating Missy's snatch as she displays her effortlessly.]

Tammy: "This has to be humiliating to Missy to be treated this way."

Buck: "I'd say she asked for it. And now she's getting it. And I do mean getting it. Look at the expression her face. Lucky bitch."

[The expression on Missy’s face is a mixture of a small amount of frustration, a large part humiliation and pain, and the largest part, stimulation as Jewel works her love box with expert fingers. Suspended above her conqueror like a sack of flour, she closes her eyes, knowing she's beaten, beaten by this Goth bitch that she KNOWS she should have destroyed but somehow beat her into submission with her diminutive, undefined yet sexy body. Her bulbous breasts hang down from her bare chest, suspended like two fleshy mountains, swaying and jiggling as Jewel works her muffin magic. Her alabaster ass cheeks raised skyward, her hips can't help but pump to the rhythm of Jewel's twat tune. She can do nothing to resist.]

Buck: "Jewel's got Missy helpless, exactly like she likes. What was Missy thinking??? Jewel can’t be beaten.”

Tammy: “I’m surprised we haven’t seen her sister show up to her defense.”

Buck: “She was mad as a hornet that Missy took this match on the same night as their tag match and told her she was on her own. Serves her right.”

Tammy: “Jewel is still holding Missy aloft, the blonde’s eyes bulging in her head as her throat is throttled and her… uh…”

Buck: “Oh don’t be such a wuss. And her sex is being stimulated. See? It’s really very easy to say, once you get the hang of it.”

Tammy: “Have I ever told you you’re a disgusting pig?”

Buck: “Lost count, babe.”

[Missy’s hips helplessly hump hand as Jewel works her downunder magic. Magic that has brought all of her other opponents to their doom. Heel of her right hand pressed against Missy’s soft lower belly and fingers exploring their way inside her loveshaft, Jewel works with cold precision. With Missy helpless above her, she decides it’s time to ‘seal the deal’. Shifting Missy into a vertical position, she slams her down to the mat with a horrific bodyslam! Missy’s body jiggles and shudders violently as her back impacts the mat. Tits bouncing, thighs quaking, hair flying, Missy bounces three inches off the mat, coming to rest with legs spread-eagled, a helpless blasted blonde bombshell ripe for Jewel’s harvest.

Kneeling between the blonde’s spread legs, Jewel flips her raven hair back over her shoulders with disdain for her vanquished opponent, once so full of bluster and confidence, now a quashed shell of a woman. Pressing her left hand onto Missy’s face, pinning her head to the mat, she reaches up demonstratively with her right. With agonizing slowness, Jewel’s hand descends to her crushed opponent’s sweetmeat, inserting her fingers into the tunnel of love and stimulating the humiliated elder Daniel’s sex. Missy thrashes weakly, feebly, trying to push off the restraining hand on her face, but Jewel is far too strong and Missy far too beaten. Tears of humiliation leak from Missy’s eyes, a pitiful sight, one that moves many hearts in the arena in spite of themselves. Missy is finished.

Jewel expertly manipulates the blonde’s inner reaches, bringing Missy to unwanted throes of ecstasy. Missy’s chest heaves, belly pumps, hips hump and thighs quiver in spite of themselves. Jewel is building to a crescendo, when suddenly a wave of surprise ripples through the crowd. Before anyone can tell what’s going on, a black clad blur careens into the ring. Lowering her shoulder, the intruder plows into the Goth vixen, stunning her and dismounting her from her perch. Caught unawares, Jewel crumbles to the mat, landing hard on her side, raven hair flying about her.

Working quickly, the young woman starts to pull the teary eyed nude blonde toward the ropes. Reaching the ropes, Missy’s savior slides under them, pulling Missy with her. Wrapping a strong arm around the blasted blonde’s back, she supports her nearly dead weight, staggering slightly as Missy’s weight transfers to her.

“I got ya, sis.”

Chrissy starts to stagger away from the ring, Missy cradled protectively at her side, arms wrapped around each other, one for support, the other in thanks. Her face wears a scowl, as she is obviously pissed at her sister, but as they have proved many times before, blood is thicker than water. As they slowly start to make their way up the aisle, Chrissy looks back over her shoulder to the ring. Jewel has gotten to her feet, standing in center ring, watching the two retreating sisters. Chrissy’s eyes burn as they glare at the raven haired dominator, who returns the gaze with cool disdain and complete confidence in her supremacy, the two women’s eyes locked on the other.

Missy lays her head on her sister’s shoulder, knowing that what she expected to be her moment of ultimate glory and triumph has instead turned into shattering defeat and heartbreak. Leaning heavily on her sister’s support, Missy leaves the arena beaten, bested and broken…]

Your winner: Jewel DeVine