From her perch on the struggling blonde's nose, Vida Guerra allowed herself a final sensual grind before she got to her feet. Free to breath for the first time in over two minutes, the Slayer let out a great tearing gasp and tried to sit up - only to find she was still securely pinned by J-Lo's newest hires; the aptly named 'Cuban Assassin' Mayra Veronica and SMG's opponent for that evening, the lightning-fast Colombian sensation Shakira.

Looming over her struggling nemesis, J-Lo glanced over her shoulder at Vida and her partner Sofia Vergara and snickered, "Doesn't look so tough now does she ladies?"

Sofia shook her head 'no', "I didn't think she EVER looked tough."

"Good point!" Turning back to face the Slayer, Lopez snapped, "Put her on her knees; it seems the most appropriate position for her."

The blonde and brunette grabbed Sarah’s shoulders and roughly hoisted her to her knees. Totally loving the sight of the proud young woman forced into such a penitent position, J-Lo strutted forward until her navel was brushing Sarah's nose. Reaching down, she grabbed a vicious handful of the blonde's hair and yanked her head back, forcing the furious Slayer to look up at her.

Still smirking, Jen sighed, "What ARE we gonna do with you Sarah my pet? You'd think after six weeks of having your ass beaten and getting your face smothered you'd just accept your job as my new throne. But, no, here you are; still waging this useless guerrilla war."

Fighting for breath, Gellar was silent for a moment, then replied, "Hire all the talentless goons you want bitch! When the Fourth of July rolls around and I get you one-on-one, then I'll get MY title back."

J-Lo’s face went from smug to vicious in an instant. Releasing her grip, she spun on her heel in a 90-degree turn and with a quick flick of her hips SMACK knocked Sarah's back with a Butt Smash that was as painful as it was humiliating. Regaining her composure, Jen slipped the custom made World Title off her shoulder and held it directly under Sarah's nose.

Sneering in a low, malevolent hiss, she said, "You see this bitch? This is MINE! The title you cherished so much doesn't even exist any more because I threw it in the garbage. It's moldering in some landfill outside Innsmouth. And this is only the first bit of gold we're going to own. Next week Sofia and Vida are gonna beat those losers Cuoco and Chabert into oblivion and sometime after that, we'll decided what to do about the IC title. You see Slayer? We've already won. And if you'd just accept that, I might let you walk out of this ring under your own power. If not, there's no WAY you're making it to July, let alone tomorrow."

Eyes burning with a barely controlled fury, Sarah's voice was remarkably calm as she replied, "I'm not the one who should be worried about making it to July. As I recall, you've gotta defend that piece of costume jewelry crap against Jessica Biel next week."

Lopez rolled her eyes. "You think I’m sweating BIEL? You're forgetting Sarah, I beat you to win this belt. No one in this place has even pinned me, let alone forced me to tap, so Jesse can fight all she wants…in the end, she'll wind up just like you: flat on her back kissing my ass."

"I won't let you get away with making a mockery of that title," Gellar panted.

"Look around you Slayer, YOU LOST! You're trying to fight us alone, as good as you think you are, no one's that good and no one's gonna help you out. So you have a choice to make. Do you just give up and walk away with your nose intact? Or do I end your career in the most embarrassing, demeaning way possible?"

Jen grabbed another handful of Sarah's hair and yanked the blonde's head up so she could look her in the eyes as the blonde responded to her ultimatum. Glancing around at the circle of leering faces, Sarah's eyes didn't linger for a second on the figure she saw hopping the guard-rail that separated the fans from the ring.

Facing Lopez, her face remained impassive as she said, "You’ve forgotten one thing, Jenny."

J-Lo gave her hair a nasty little yank. "Enlighten me, honey lips."

The Slayer smiled ever so slightly, "I may be doing THIS alone, but I'm not the only woman in the locker room who hates your guts."

Jennifer opened her mouth to reply and then WHAM the unannounced visitor who’d quietly slipped into the ring during Sarah's response, drilled Sofia across the back of the neck with a Lariat that sent her face-first to the canvas. Caught off guard by the sneak attack, Jennifer still wasn't sure what was going on when the mystery guest charged Vida and mowed her down with a Big Boot to the face.

Already slipping out through the ropes, J-Lo snarled at Shakira and Mayra as she pointed to the interloper and yelled, "TAKE HER THE FUCK O-U-T!"

The stranger tossed back the hood on her baggy sweatshirt to reveal the smirking face of Jessica Biel. Eyes locked on Jen, she asked, "’S’matter champ? 5-on-2 still not good odds for you?"

She would have said more but then the blonde and the brunette tandem were upon her, beating the brawny blonde into the corner with a withering hail of punches and kicks. From her knees on the canvas, Sarah watched Jessica Biel taking her lumps and she knew she had to help her savior.

Wearily pushing herself to her feet, Sarah limped forward and dropped into a crouch, then pursing her lips, she let out a low, taunting, whistle.

Shakira turned towards the source of the noise and immediately charged the waiting Slayer. When the blonde's claws were inches from her face, Sarah brought her knee up and caught Shakira squarely on the bulging mound between her pumping thighs. Her face expressionless, Sarah watched Shakira drop to her knees, then applied a tight Standing Headscissors. Bending over, SMG wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist and hoisted her prey into the air, then spun…once, twice, three times…before she sat out. WHAM neatly folding Shakira’s slender body double with a Spiral Bomb.

Pushing Shakira’s twitching body away, Sarah Michelle had just regained her feet when Mayra turned around and locked eyes with her. Scowling, the ‘Cuban Assassin’ spat, "Puta!" and charged the Slayer. It proved to be a very bad idea when Sarah met her charge with a Superkick to the chin. THWACK! As the sound of the impact echoed off the walls, the rubber-legged brunette wobbled around... and right into a pair of strong, steely arms that wrapped around her throat. Purring in Veronica's stunned face, Jessica Biel whispered, "Tell Jen I'm coming for her."

Then she LIFTED Mayra in the air, held her for a moment, then sat out and drove her clear through the ring with a Biel Bomb.

As Jessica was getting to her feet, Sarah walked over and congratulated her, "You sent your message, mind if I send mine?"

Keeping her eyes on Jennifer who was watching events from the safety of the top of the ramp, Biel replied with a generous sweeping gesture, "Be my guest."

The quick-moving Slayer split Mayra's legs in a wide V, stepped through with her right leg, planted it on the mat by the brunette's left hip and then with one quick, oft-practiced, motion, crossed the trapped gams over her right leg and locked them in place. Then she rolled Jennifer's hench-wench over onto her stomach and sat back, giving Mayra Veronica her first taste of the Sharpshooter.

Completely ignoring the screams and pleas from the trapped beauty, Sarah looked over her shoulder at J-Lo and leaned back into the hold as far as she dared. She let Mayra scream as she roared, "JULY FOURTH IS COMING FAST, JENNIFER!" After a few more seconds, the brunette's screams faded into whimpers and Sarah released her with a disgusted toss of her victim's limp legs.

Sauntering over to Jessica, Sarah stayed silent as the statuesque grappler pointed to Lopez' waist and prophesied, "THE COUNTDOWN IS ON BABE! NEXT WEEK, THAT FAT ASS IS MINE!!"

Haughty even in the face of a setback, Jennifer merely smirked as she raised her belt overhead, then turned around and strutted through the curtain with Vida and Sofia scampering after her.

When the Latina Supreme and her hangers-on had disappeared through the curtain, Sarah turned to Jessica and extended her hand, "Thanks for the save. I owe you."

Biel ignored the offered hand and shook her head. "It wasn't for you. I just don't like HER."

Gellar nodded, "Figured. Listen, you've got your shot at the gold next week and I know you don't want me interfering and so I won't. But if you win, I'll be gunning for you. That title was stolen from me and I don't care who I have to go through to get it back."

Biel studied SMG's face intently, then nodded, "Understood Sarah. And just so ya know, there's no 'if' about it. I AM gonna hang the first L on that fat ass. Then on the Fourth, you and I are gonna dance." She offered the blonde a challenging smile, as if daring her to contradict her but Sarah just smiled.

"Sounds good to me. See you in the summer, Biel."

The Slayer stepped through the ropes and headed toward the back. Anyone close enough to see her face would have known the former champ was already planning her next move against Jennifer Lopez and her mercenary army.
******
The chaos from the evening's penultimate match was just starting to subside when the Announcer stepped into the center of the ring. "Erstwhile patrons of the Yellow Sign Tavern, it is time for tonight's MAIN EVENT! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is the first of three qualifying matches. The winner will face the winners of the other two qualifiers in a Triple Threat Match for the Intercontinental Title this summer. Introducing first, standing 5’3”, she is…Selma BLAIR!”

‘Stricken’ rolled through the speakers and the fans went nuts, either cheering wildly or booing vehemently depending on their feelings for the brunette. The song crunched along for about twenty seconds and then Selma was there on stage, standing silhouetted in the entryway and watching everything with a calculated stare. Looking out at the audience, the slender brunette’s lips curved up in the tiniest of smiles and then she was moving down the ramp toward the ring. For her bout tonight, Selma was clad in a simple black bikini with blue accents that looked almost like gas lamps viewed through a heavy fog. Her shoulder length black hair fell loose on her shoulders and her boots and pads were a simple dark blue.

Approaching the ring apron, Selma hopped up onto the ring in one feline motion and in the next instant she had vaulted over the top rope and landed in the center of the ring. Staring at the crowd with a look of stoic detachment, Selma went to her corner and turned towards the entryway, silently awaiting the arrival of her opponent.

When the mob had quieted a bit, the Announcer continued, "And her opponent standing 5’5”, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… Allison MACK!"

The speakers kick on, but the audience - expecting 'Fly from the Inside' are instead greeted with another Shinedown tune, 'Heroes'. The change in theme has brought a change in Allison as well, for the first time in recent memory, the sturdy blonde is not sporting a grin as she heads down the aisle. Tonight she's looking more determined than friendly and it probably has something to do with the startling lack of IC gold around her waist. Since she'd been cheated out of a proper defense at the “Sixth Circle of Hell” match, Allison had been on a tear and no one knew exactly where it was going to end.

For her battle with Selma, Allison deviated from her typical lavender attire and instead chose a simple but by no means gray bikini showing off both her powerful legs and phenomenally strong upper body. Her boots and pads are the same smoky gray, going nicely with her pale complexion and the bobbed cut of her blonde hair. Reaching the edge of the ring, she climbs in through the middle rope and poses for the audience before settling down and heading to her corner.

DING! DING! DING!

Selma Blair let out a quiet sigh, though the casual observer wouldn’t have noticed. The slender brunette was more than a little leery of storming out to greet Allison - not for any lack of confidence in her own skills for her own performance against the powerful blonde in the Sixth Circle was proof of that - Selma was thinking about what Mack had done to Devon Aoki two weeks earlier. The quick-striking high-flyer had tried to get cute with Allison and the blonde had beaten... no, beaten was too soft a word; demolished was more like it… her so badly the ref had called for a stoppage to end Aoki's misery and regular follows of Fannin's promotions damn well knew a stoppage was rarer than hen’s teeth.

So Selma knew she was playing with fire tonight. One smart-assed joke might see her end up sharing a room in the infirmary with Devon, but even that thought wasn't enough to frighten her away. There was a shot at the Intercontinental Title on the line here, and if she could just get past the blonde bulldozer, the rest of the dopey competition would fall like dominoes.

Drawing a deep breath, Selma locked eyes with Allison and sighed. "Sorry Mack. Your march back to the gold stops here," as she pushed out of the corner and headed to center ring.

Across the squared circle, Allison thoughts weren't that much different than Selma's. Despite having decimated everyone in her path on the way back to the IC strap, she knew Selma would present the stiffest challenge yet. Hell, Blair made Gellar tap to her own Sharpshooter back in November - that feat alone meant she was worthy of respect - and she most definitely had that! But one thing Selma didn't have was Allison's fear. Alli wasn't much afraid of anyone these days, she was just furious. Being robbed of her belt had motivated the blonde like nothing before in her career and she’d do ANYTHING to get the strap back around her waist even if it meant mowing down Selma Blair.

Well, so be it. As the brunette glided toward her, Allison rolled her shoulders and mentally told her absent adversaries, "I hope you four are watching very closely because this is just a preview of what I'm going to do in that Triple Threat match." She stepped off the turnbuckles and started to stalk Selma.

Heartbeats later they met in the center of the ring, and not surprisingly, it was Selma who spoke first. What was surprising was what she was said. Speaking softly, the lithe grappler said, "Believe it or not Allison, I know what you're going through - maybe better’n anyone else on the roster. I know what it's like to have the most important thing in your career ripped out from under you and I am fully aware of the lengths you'll go to get it back. But I also know that the Intercontinental Title would look damn good around my waist, and I'm not gonna just roll over and let you stroll past me. So bring all you got Alli; you're sure to get other title shots in the future, but it won't be as part of the Triple Threat, that spot belongs to me."

Allison was silent for a moment, then replied, "If you really knew what I was going through, you'd know that trying to reason with me would be pointless. Nothing's going to stop me from getting the belt back and that includes you. Sad thing is, you're far too good a wrestler to be made into a sacrificial lamb, but if you insist on getting up after I put you down, that's exactly what you're going to be."

Smiling slightly, Selma whispered, "We'll see who gets sacrificed..."

Before Mack could reply, Selma shot forward and wrapped both arms around the blonde's neck. Yanking her off balance, Selma bore down tight, crushing the taller girl's head with a Side Headlock. Methodically grinding Allison's head with her forearms and the point of her hip, Selma rose up on her toes, then dropped to one knee and did it all over again in an effort to quickly drain the fight from her adversary.

Gritting her teeth, the brunette mashed Allison's temple against her hip and asked, "You figured out yet I'm not messing around tonight?"

Selma expected some sort of grumbled reply, but instead the blonde just wrapped both arms around Selma's slim waist and locked her hands. Selma's eyes widened and she braced for what she knew was coming. Indeed, Allison lifted her, but instead of dropping her on the back of her head and shoulders with a Suplex, Allison maintained the Waistlock as she trudged to the ropes still working the Headlock. When she reached the ropes, Allison lifted Selma higher so the brunette’s butt would clear the ropes. But despite her chance to drop Selma on the arena floor, the blonde simply lowered her feet on the ring apron and then grabbed the ropes, forcing a break.

Her face flushed as she regarded Selma, Allison told her, "That was your one free pass. Do us both a favor and stay down when I hit you. You don't want to end up like Devon - do you?"

More than a little irked by the unsubtle menace in the blonde's voice, Selma shook her head, "No I suppose n..."

Then she flashed out her right hand and raaaaked her talons across Allison's eyes, temporarily blinding the powerfully built blond wrestler. Vaulting back over the top rope into the ring, Selma snagged Allison around the wrist, pointed her toward the opposite side of the ring and sent her into the cables with an Irish Whip. As Allison bounced back to her, Selma dropped in a tight crouch, waited a split second, then sprang in a gorgeous Vertical Leap that ended with her driving both feet into Allison's breasts with her Standing Dropkick. At this point, Allison was supposed to go tumbling to the mat in a heap, but apparently no one told her. All she did was grunt as she staggered backward a few steps.

Scrambling to her feet, Selma muttered, "Still hungry eh? Well, here's a second servin' of sole food, just for you baby." Drawing a bead on Allison's chin, Selma took a neat little step to her right, hopped forward and blasted her left leg at Allison's face, catching the former champ right across the mouth with a Superkick. There was a second loud WHAPP but despite the noticeable trembling of her thighs and butt, the blonde still refused to leave her feet.

Shaking her head in disbelief, Selma muttered, "Third time's the charm." and sent another Superkick toward Allison's chin. This time, the outcome was different - but as Selma hoped. Allison got her hands up and caught Selma's boot in mid-air. Holding it shoulder high, she force the shorter girl to hop on one foot. Making sure to keep an eye on Selma's plant foot (she knew the brunette packed a lethal Enziguiri) Allison told her, "Unlike a lot of the girls in the locker room, I actually like you Selma, so I'll tell you again. STAY DOWN."

She flung the captured leg hard to her left, forcing the brunette to spin around in an awkward circle. When she saw the whites of Selma's eyes, she hurled herself forward and extended her left arm, catching the brunette across the throat with a Clothesline that would have decapitated most women. Selma was knocked off her feet and splattered on the mat in an ungainly Matchbook, a position she occupied for only a few seconds before Allison buried her hands in the brunette's hair and hair-hauled her back upright. Easily switching her grasp from head to hand, Allison planted her feet and sent Selma hurtling into the ropes. When the smaller grappler came back, Alli lowered her head and drove her shoulder into Selma's gut.

The moment she connected, Allison straightened up, lifting Selma off her feet and sending her up into the lights - to come crashing down flat on her back a moment later. Over the monstrous WHAM of Selma's landing, Allison turned to the crowd and told them, "She's gonna be real sore when I actually start trying!"

Impressed with the height and speed she'd gotten on the Back Body Drop, Allison stalked her foe, waiting impatiently for Selma to recover. When the brunette had pushed to her feet, Allison settled into a rough approximation of a three point stance, then roared forward, meaning to simply plow through her smaller opponent. This would have worked perfectly had it not been for Selma hopping off the mat and blasting both boots into Allison's knees. The Low Dropkick succeeded where Selma's other strikes had failed; the blonde's legs were cut out from under her and she went tumbling to the mat, landing hard on her chest and belly. But despite the sudden collapse, the landing wasn't enough to stop Allison for long. Almost instantly she had pushed to her hands and knees and was starting to THWAP!

Selma ran the ropes and connected with a second Low Dropkick to Allison's forehead. The blonde collapsed face-down on the mat, but that wasn't going to be enough to end Selma's attack. Knowing she had to do as much damage as possible while Allison was horizontal, she stepped over to the blonde's head and chided, "All that strength doesn't mean much when you can't get up off the damn mat does it?" She left her feet in another vertical leap, at the apex of which she extended both legs out in front of her. When gravity took over, she came crashing down with the back of her left thigh smashing across the back of Allison's neck. Pleased with the powerful tremor the Leg Drop sent through the blonde's curvy frame, Selma took hold of Allison's waistband and dragged her to her feet.

Doubling her foe over with a Knee Lift to the belly, Selma trapped the blonde in a tight Front Facelock and was just about to plant her with a big DDT when Allison grabbed hold of her waist and LIFTED up fast. Before Selma knew what was going on, she had been hauled off the mat and with a single shove from the blonde her Facelock was broken and she landed hard on her feet a short distance from Allison. Selma's boots had just touched back down when Allison charged forward with a speed and explosiveness very few were aware she possessed.

As the distance between them narrowed, Allison lifted her right knee and spun into her victim. There was a dull but nasty sounding THUD as Selma was impaled on Allison's Knee Lift and flipped over the raised knee to land flat on her back. Pleased with how quickly she was able to bring the notorious high flyer to a grinding halt, Allison snapped her bottom during the short walk over to Selma's gasping form. Taking the brunette by the wrist, Allison tugged her to her feet and directed her towards the corner. Leaning in close, Allison whispered, "You don't want to stay down? Fine! I'll do things to you Sarah could only DREAM about."

Allison stepped back and whipped the brunette into the buckles where she landed with a low, thrumming WHUMP! Waiting for the ring to stop shaking, Allison sprinted towards the corner in a dead run, obviously hoping to use her size and strength advantage to crush Selma into submission against the steel. Tragically, her hopes were dashed when Selma was able to bring both legs up and slam them forward, catching Allison across the face with an improvised Mule Kick on her way in. Seizing the opportunity she'd created, Selma reached out, snagged a handful of Allison's hair and reeled her back in. Trapping the stunned beauty in a hard Front Facelock, Selma hopped up onto the top buckle and took a seat. Breaking out her first real smile of the evening, Selma said, "I saw a guy in Japan do this once. I hope you appreciate it as much as I do."

Showing Allison exactly what she meant, the brunette pushed out of the corner and spun around in the 180-degree arc that was the hallmark of a traditional Tornado DDT. But when 180 had been reached, Selma didn't fall to the mat; she kept the momentum of the arc going, swinging Allison around in almost complete circle before she slung her body out over the top rope and dropped heavily to the ring apron, forcing Allison's throat down across the cable in a brilliant modification on the old Hot Shot. Releasing Allison's neck, Selma watched the blonde stagger away and plotted her next move.

Selma grabbed the top rope in both hands, pulled herself back as far as she could before leaping onto the top rope. As soon as she was balanced, she jumped in the direction of the oblivious blonde and extended her right arm. WHAM! Selma caught Allison flush across the jaw with her Springboard Clothesline and that was enough to knock Allison off her feet. She went crashing to the canvas in stunned, gasping heap.

Popping to her feet, Selma smoothed her hair out and said happily, "It's nice to know that there isn't a girl out there so big or so strong that my good friends momentum and gravity can't help take her down. God I love physics."

She pulled the bigger girl to her feet, took a step back, settled into a Martial Arts stance (the astute fan would notice that it was similar, but not the same as her arch nemesis' Sarah Michelle Gellar's pose) and drilled a stiff Front Kick to Allison’s thigh. The blonde moaned and cried out, staggering back to protect her gams even as Selma snapped off a few more Kicks; chewing up Allison's legs like piranha after an especially dumb cow. A few more Kicks dropped Allison to her knees where the blonde could only moan as she tried to massage away the pain. She was trying to work the knots out when Selma said, “You REALLY don't want to bring up Sarah in my presence Allison. Picturing her stupid face superimposed over yours is only going to motivate me to kick you harder and as you can see, you don't need me kicking you any harder.”

The smug hostility in her voice was enough to burn through the fog in Allison's head and she raised her head to glare at her opponent. Unfortunately the timing was all wrong as she looked up just in time to see Selma leave her feet and send another pair of boots towards the kneeling girl's face. Allison's eyes widened a microsecond before the Low Dropkick connected and then her vision was nothing but stars as she was knocked off her knees and flat onto the mat. Pushing to her knees, Selma scrambled over to the sprawled blonde and pounced across her chest. Hooking both legs, Selma leaned into the Cradle and waited impatiently as the ref dropped in to count, 'ONE... TWO...' but Allison bucked hard, breaking the Cradle and escaping with what looked to be very little effort.

Sighing, Selma patted the blonde's gulping belly and said, "All right cutie, you wanna prove how tough you are, go ahead and try. But it's not going to stop me from using your pudgy blonde body as a crash test dummy for my offense."

Very much liking the visual of a hapless Allison slamming full force into some immovable wall (the wall being her, though in her mind she was far classier and much less flat than the walls one often encountered.) Selma pulled the wounded blonde to her feet and took hold of her wrist. Turning Allison toward a corner on the far side of the ring, Selma hurled Allison towards the buckles, waiting just long enough for her to crash spine-first into the padded steel with a muted THUD. Allison hadn't even finished soaking up all the hurt of the collision when Selma charged forward in a hard sprint that put her on a beeline towards the stunned powerhouse. Selma's progress was so quick it bordered on unbelievable and things only got more astounding as she closed the gap. Settling into a low crouch, Selma pushed off the mat and dove through the air in a phenomenally high leap, at the apex of which she pulled back her right arm to line up her intended strike. As she began to descend, Selma rocketed her cocked arm forward and drove the full length of her Flying Forearm to Allison's jaw with enough force to snap the blonde's head backward at a terrible angle.

Invigorated by the sounds of the cheers and Allison's labored breathing, Selma touched down and said, "That was really good Allison, but you're supposed to go slumping onto your ass when I hit you with that. Let's try it again and see if you can't get it right."

Giving Allison her shot at redemption, Selma peeled the blonde away from the corner and wasted no time in whipping her back across the ring to the opposite corner. When she was sure her foe was comfortable, Selma took off in another blindingly fast lunge and SMACK nearly dislocated Allison's jaw with another ridiculously stiff Flying Forearm. Much to Selma's disappointment, Allison did NOT crash to the canvas as instructed. But instead of treating the woozy blonde to a third taste of her Forearm, Selma dragged her foe out to the center of the ring and stunned her with a hard Knee Lift to the jaw. With Allison doubled over in front of her, Selma backed away several steps and muttered, "I know this could be hazardous to my health, but I just can't help it sometimes. I love showing up you big dumb lugs. And your blondeness doesn't make the decision any harder."

Happy to get off that verbal barb, Selma charged the blonde and didn’t even slow down as she bore down on her rival. Just when it seemed that Selma would be satisfied with simply barreling through her taller opponent, Selma executed a low hop and performed a smooth roll across Allison’s back that brought her down on her feet right behind the discombobulated grappler. The instant her feet touched back down, Selma was in motion, spinning on a circle on her right foot while the other foot slashed out and clipped Allison behind the knee, taking her off her feet as neatly as was possible.

Allison had been on the mat for less than a second when Selma’s twirl ended and even then the brunette wasn’t done. Still on one foot, Selma bent her knee and then leapt up, performed an odd looking front flip variation that brought her crashing down belly-first across Allison's chest. The crowd was on its feet and roaring approval as Selma’s Standing Shooting Star Press connected and pinned Allison to the mat. Using every ounce of her weight, the brunette pressed down on her adversary, hoping it would be enough for the 'ONE... TWO...' Allison got her hands under Selma and SHOVED hard, sending the brunette flying over the ref with little more than a twitch of her shoulders. Slapping the mat in frustration, Selma got to her feet and hurried back over to where Allison was trying to rise.

Trapping the injured blonde in a tight Side Headlock, Selma took the time to grind Allison's temple into the point of her hip as she said, "When we were in the Circle I got to give another dumb blonde a taste of this move. Back then it didn't have a name, but now I've decided to dub it 'The Big Empty'. Kinda like your head, but easier to look at!"

She bent her knees and pushed straight up, sending her launching into the air with Allison's head still in her grasp. When her momentum started to falter, Selma kicked both legs straight out in front of her and simply waited, letting her momentum pull her back to the canvas. At the halfway point, the weight on her head got to be too much even Allison to overcome and she was jerked off her feet and driven face-first into the mat by the ridiculously elevated Bulldog called the Big Empty. Taking note of the way Allison flopped on the mat, Selma thought about going for the cover but decided against it. Allison had been kicking out with a lot of authority and that bugged her no end. She was going to keep Smacking the big blonde doofus around until she was sure there was no way she was going to kick out and if that meant she had to Blair Raid her over and over again, well so fucking be it.

Pretty face set in a grim, determined expression, Selma hauled Allison to her feet and dragged her over to the edge of the ring. With little ceremony, she tossed the blonde between the middle and top ropes, sending her crashing to the thin mats below with a dull THWUMP! Keeping her eyes locked on the slowly recovering blonde, Selma gripped the top rope in both hands and mused, "Ya know, I just realized something. I'm kinda like the sun. Phenomenally consistent, the light of everyone's existence, and if you look at me for too long, you'll go blind. Not in a terrible, 'oh gross, Sarah decided to wear Capri's today', but in a 'God she's radiant,’ sorta way. Hey, what am I doing talking? I've got ass to kick!!"

Finishing her little soliloquy just as Allison regained her feet, Selma tightened her grip on the top rope, bent her knees and then sling-shotted herself up and over. Coming down with a leg on either side of Allison's neck, Selma locked her ankles and twisted hard to the left, wrenching Allison off her feet and tossing her onto her back with a Hurricanrana delivered out of nowhere. Soaking in the applause, Selma got to her feet and gave the fans in the front row a courtly little bow and a sly smile.

"Thank you, thank you, I DO make this look good, don't I? For my next trick I'll kick Allison's ass en route to the Intercontinental Title. Stick around and enjoy the show."

Selma strolled over to Allison and helped the blonde to her feet with a handful of tights. Pointing her towards the ring, Selma forced Allison onto the apron and rolled her back inside, but only so that she was just inside the ropes. Climbing onto the apron, Selma took the top rope in both hands and positioned herself near Allison's head. Leaning back, she paused to catch her breath, then somersaulted over the top rope to come dropping down on Allison with the back of her thigh landing directly across the blonde's windpipe. Allison gagged and again Selma had to fight the urge to go for the cover. Instead, she buried her hands in the other wrestler's hair and pulled her to her feet. Spinning Allison around, Selma reached forward and laced both hands under the blonde's chin.

Chuckling, Selma commanded, "Now turn your head and cough. Man, that sounds gross."

Putting the theatrics aside, Selma leapt into the air and tucked both knees up between Allison's shoulders. Now at this point, she was supposed to fall back and bend Allison over her knees to complete the Lungblower. However, Allison had other plans and she put them into action by darting both hands out to take the top rope in a death-grip. The extra support of the cables proved too much for Selma to overcome and her grip on Allison's chin was ripped away as she went crashing down flat on her back. Savoring her verticality, Allison took a deep breath and glanced over her shoulder at the gasping brunette.

Her face cold, Allison snarled, "I asked you nicely to stay down. Now I'm going to MAKE you stay down."

The blonde charged to her left and bounced off the ropes facing the seated Selma. As she rushed towards her foe, Allison brought up her right foot and kicked it out, smashing Selma across the forehead with her heel. The move was extremely basic but that didn't stop it from hurting like hell. After a brisk CLAP the brunette was sent rolling head over heels to land in a dazed, aching pile of gamine limbs. Rolling the worst of the aches and pains from her neck and shoulders, Allison stalked over to Selma and yanked the smaller girl to her feet.

Positioning herself in front of the brunette, Allison reached over her shoulder, grabbed Blair by the sides of her head, then pulled forward and simultaneously dropped to one knee, sending the slender beauty flipping to the canvas with a basic Snap Mare. Standing beside her newly seated foe, Allison reached back with her right hand and slashed it forward, scorching Selma's back up with a Knife-Edge Chop that sent a loud CRAACK through the club. Drinking in Selma's loud hiss of pain, Allison straightened up, pivoted on her left foot then brought her right pistoning out, smashing the helpless brunette across the chest with a stiff Kick that smeared her out against the mat. Keeping up her attack on Michelle's torso and back, Allison bounced off the ropes and came roaring back only to leave her feet and come crashing down chest-first across Selma's abdomen with a basic Splash.

Now it was Selma's turn to do some gasping, but if she had hoped this sign of distress might instill some compassion in her blonde tormentor she was sadly mistaken. Ready, willing and able to punish anyone who interfered with her goal of recapturing the IC strap, Allison pulled Selma to her feet and said, "You remember how people actually felt bad for Devon after I mangled her a few weeks back? I doubt very much that your destruction will inspire the same outpouring of sympathy. I could be wrong, but if I am, I'm guessing I'll have to hurt you REALLY badly."

Acting on her ominous statement, Allison wrapped both arms around Selma's waist and rose onto her toes as she lifted her off her feet. A second later she dropped to one knee and slammed the posted joint deep between Selma's thighs with a pelvis-destroying Inverted Atomic Drop. Selma's jaw dropped open and she let loose with a weak scream that was cut off when Allison lifted her off her knee and hoisted her across her shoulder like a weakly squirming sack of potatoes. Making a slow circuit of the ring, Allison patted Selma's butt and asked the crowd, "Are you guys going to feel bad if I hurt her?"

"NOT REALLY!" Came the first response from somewhere in the mob. Smiling coldly, Allison smirked, "I thought not."

The words were still forming when she pushed up as hard as she could, simply tossing Selma off her shoulder and into the air in an ungainly looping arc that brought the smaller wrestler down on her back, ignominiously starfished. Turning to eye her flattened foe, Allison waited patiently as Selma flopped over onto her stomach and slowly pushed to her hands and knees. The moment she started getting her feet under her, Allison bounced off the ropes and came barreling back towards her. Selma had just a moment to realize something was heading her way and then WHAM! Allison's Lariat caught Selma across the chin and the innovative high flyer was knocked into a senseless 270-degree arc that brought her down stomach-first on the canvas. Resting on her knees, Allison ran a hand through her hair and offered the mob a small, cold smile. She didn't really like to admit it, but taking her frustration out on Selma was quite satisfying. A frown blossomed on her face.

"But not as satisfying as getting my title back."

Taking another step towards her belt, Allison got to her feet and stalked over to the wreckage that had been Selma Blair. Scraping her off the mat, Allison scooped her up and held her at chest level across her body. Grabbing a huge handful of Selma's tights, the blonde walked around the ring, displaying Selma like a trophy. She didn't want to humiliate the brunette, she just wanted EVERYONE to know that she could dominate and control anyone dumb enough to step into the ring with her. Strolling to the center of the ring Allison said, “Hey Scarlett, I hope you're watching you cheating bitch! Because this is just a GLIMPSE of what I'm going to do to you."

She rose up on her toes and dropped forward, ramming Selma's exposed ribs into her bent knee. Grinning ferociously, Allison held her grip and pulled the brunette back up, before nailing the second Rib Breaker in as many minutes. When the second slam connected, Allison stopped smiling, apparently the time for jokes was over. Straightening up, she hoisted Selma up a little higher and then fell forward and down, absolutely squashing the smaller wrestler between her body and the unyielding canvas. Looming over Selma, Allison hooked the far leg and waited silently as the red slid in and counted off, 'ONE... TWO...' before Selma rolled a shoulder breaking the pin.

Placing her hands on Selma's heaving stomach, Allison whispered, "And the misery train rolls on."

Grabbing Selma’s shoulder-straps, Allison lifted Selma to her feet and took possession of her wrist. Aiming her toward the ropes, Allison whipped her into the cables and waited for Selma to return. When the brunette got to the point of no return, Allison lowered her shoulder and prepared to launch her into the stratosphere with another Back Body Drop. But Selma wasn't going to fall for the same trick twice which she proved by leaving her feet in a pretty little Front Flip, sailing over her surprised opponent. On her way down, Selma wrapped both arms around Allison's sturdy hips and when her back hit the mat, she pulled as hard as she could, dragging Alli down to complete the Sunset Flip. It would’ve worked perfectly if Allison hadn't planted her feet, staying vertical despite the force Selma was exerting on her.

Looking down into Selma’s startled face, Allison growled, "One way or another, you're going to eat a HELL of a lot of canvas." She reached down with both hands and wrapped them around the brunette's neck. With little more than a tug, she hauled Selma off the mat into the air with a Two Handed Choke. Before the ref could admonish her for the stranglehold, Allison tossed Selma back down, slamming the smaller brunette grappler on the canvas. Again, Allison seemed to ponder going for the cover before moving to Selma's head and pulling her to a sitting position.

With both hands on Selma's shoulders, Allison curled her fingers into claws which she dug deep in the brunette's defenseless flesh, torturing her adversary with a sadistic Nerve Hold. Sobbing and kicking her feet as Allison mauled her trapezius, Selma shrieked in pain and pawed with both hands for the ropes that seemed so very far away. Watching Selma's pain with a rather detached look, Allison purred, “Hard to be thrilling when you can't even move isn't it Selma?" She rose up on one knee and pressed down even harder, adding the bulk of her weight to the already murderous pressure of the Nerve Hold.

Selma's pained screams increased by several decibels and she clawed frantically at Allison's powerful hands, trying to find some way to make the blonde release her Bear Trap grip on her shoulders. Displaying the fortitude that had almost brought her a World Title, Selma grabbed Allison's wrists and pushed up hard. The effort allowed her to get to one knee and from there it was easy enough to regain her vertical base. But before she could do anything else, Allison whirled her around, pulled the breathless brunette in close and wrapped both arms around her waist. Selma felt Allison's hands lock and she tried to prepare herself for what was coming, but then Allison started to squeeze and all her calculations disappeared in a white hot flash. Howling in pain as Allison tried to break her in half with the Bear Hug, Selma aimed several ineffectual punches at the blonde's forehead before she settled on a baser tactic.

Fighting through the anguish as best she could, Selma gripped both sides of Allison's head and dug her claws into the blonde's face. The viciousness of Selma's counter caught Allison off guard and weakened her grip just long enough for Selma to wriggle free of the python-like grip. Selma dropped to her feet and she WANTED to create some more distance between her and Allison, but the inferno in her ribs kept her from going very far. In the next instant, the blonde shook off the clawing and snagged a hard grip around Selma's wrist. Hauling her to her feet, Allison stepped back and Whipped her into the ropes.

As the smaller girl rushed towards her, Allison surged forward to meet her with a boot to the gut that Selma cold. With Selma bent over in front of her, Alli reached around Selma's torso and locked her hands. In the same motion she hauled Selma off her feet and spun her around nearly 270 degrees. Allison was less than a second from completing the Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker when Selma snaked an arm around the back of the blonde's neck and clamped down tight. The sudden shift in balance pulled Allison off her feet and she was driven face-first into the mat thanks to the DDT, the brunette had been able to hit straight out of left field.

Fighting through the pain that had taken up residence in her ribs and abdomen, Selma pushed to her feet and surveyed the situation. Several feet away Allison had rolled to her knees and showed signs of regaining her verticality in rather short order. Impressed and aggravated with the sort of punishment the blonde seemed capable of soaking up, Selma flipped hair out of her eyes and muttered, "You wanna play the submission game ya lunkhead? Well you're gonna find out that I play that better than just about anyone."