Exibiting Greatness (Tagged)

[Amelia]

Location: Solid Core Gymnasium
Time: Monday Evening
Event: Media Day for billionaire bombshell turned athlete Amelia Abernathy.

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Amelia Abernathy
Coach Simmons
Mr. Higgins
Geoffrey

The scene was surreal for the wrestlers training hard at the legendary gymnasium. For some of them this would be the nearest they'll get to hitting those set of ropes and hitting the same mat that Vladimir and Hayden laid their lives upon. What chapped their asses wasn't the aforementioned fact, but the entire hoopla over the single person that had brought the entire media network circus to their place of learning. Amelia Abernathy.

Miss Money Bags had spent most of the day posing on various exercise machines and striking beautiful poses with free weights in her hands. But when it got down to nitty gritty time she suited up in ring attire that had to be more expensive than the others' combined.



Since it was her day of transformation, Coach Simmons had arranged for her to run the gauntlet of competition. One by one, men and women entered into the ring to square off against the Billion Dollar Bitch. They gave their all and some landed a shot or two or a move here and there, but it did not take long for the Rich Bitch to put them away. Amelia proved far from one dimensional in her conquests. When one was stronger than her, she would out quick them. When another was quicker than her, she out powered them. And when one was quicker and more powerful than her, she out smarted them.

Before long she had tallied up an 8-0 record in one outing. Coach Simmons had selected 10 competitors for her to face, but after the eighth one was quickly defeated he was approached by EVPW big wig Mr. Higgins, forcing him to call a quick 5 minute break. Amelia pranced over to the corner where her butler, Geoffrey, stood on the apron with a full length mirror. He held it in one hand and poured water in her mouth with the other. She sipped her fill and took a few steps back to get a good look at her gorgeous self in the mirror. Her flawlessly shaped and colored eyes shot out with horror at an unsightly single strand of hair that had been knocked out of place somewhere along the way. She commited to fixing the problem straight away while the two men talked about her excellence nearby.

"Well Coach how's the girl coming along?"

"Damn good, that's how. I've never seen anything like it. I don't care much for all the news people around here, but there's no denying her talent."

"This is good publicity. The more of them we have around the better off we are. So tell me exactly how good our cash cow is in there?"

Coach Simmons looked at Mr. Higgins and nodded confidently.

"She's quicker than Kahlan. Prettier than Amanda Hallsworth. More athletic than Wolverina. Probably tougher than Aryana Renfield. If you could fuse all of those women into one singular body, it would be Amelia. That's how good she is."

Mr. Higgins dropped his jaw at the bold remark. He knew it was true. Coach Simmons had always been a straight shooter and wasn't afraid to give Mr. Higgins bad news on a hopeful prospect. His slack jaw grew up to a smile at the thought of how well the Abernathys could fund EVPW in the near and even far future. It was a match made in heaven. Mr. Higgins gave the ole coach a congratulatory pat on the back. He and the rest of the occupants stood in awe of her magnificence.

"Now that I've done said all that about her, let's see how she handles a curveball."

He summoned the final two wrestlers, both males with prior wrestling experience, and ordered them into the ring at the same time. He blew the whistle to let everyone know the break was over.

"Good luck madame Abernathy. It appears they are throwing two at you now."

The arrogant aristocrat smiled her pearly whites and invited the two men to try their best. They shot toward her unison, side by side, in a full frontal assault. She met them in the middle of the ring and slung both her feet into the air, the bottom of each landing against the rushing faces of her opponents. To WOW her peers and media puppets even more, she flipped herself backwards and landed on her feet in a modelesque pose. The men tried to get to their feet in time to prevent a follow up attack, but Miss Money Bags was already in play and lopped them both around the neck with her arms. She drove back and down with a hard snap that brought them crashing atop their heads on the mat. The people in attendance applauded the finisher she has dubbed The Aristocratic DDT and counted with the plain clothed referee as she laid across both men in a lounging pose. 1-2-3. It was over. 10-0.

She got up and face palmed the men all the way out the ring. She then prettied herself up and pranced around the inside of the ring, doing poses and chatting up her herd of publicity.

"Yes, it is very hard being me. I am so thankful that looking this good and being this great inside a wrestling ring isn't a crime, because I would go way to prison for the rest of my life if that was the case. Did you see how strong and fast I was tonight? I'm so powerful I could chop an asteroid in half. And I am so quick that I can turn off the light switch in my bedroom and be in bed before the room goes dark. I bet before long I won't be able to pop a squat in the bathroom without gold-miners coming from near and far to sift through what I leave behind in the toilet. Remember this night because it will be known as the night a star was born. No, a mega star. Let me hear my name!"

The started up a chant for her and all was well.

To Be Continued By They Know Who.

[Envy]

The uproarious praise of the arrogant Miss Moneybags is spontaneously halted as a witch like cackling rises above the roar of the drooling masses. All eyes turn to inspect the source of the rude interruption to find the infamous Aryana Renfield leaning luxuriantly against the barricade. She is clad in a baby pink latex dress, her emerald tresses cascading down shoulders in silky curls and a pair of thigh high black leather wrestling boots elongate her pale stems, “bout fucking time that punching bag I ordered got here,” her eyes trace the blonde bombshell’s impressive physique, “seems somebody got some slag on it though...I suppose it’ll do.”


The golden haired diva’s jaw drops, shocked at having been so blatantly disrespected, and Envy gives her a derisive grin in response. Amelia’s face goes through a series of emotions; embarrassment, outrage and blind fury. With a defiant huff the diva trounces over to the ring ropes, clutches the upper most of the elastic arms, and roars at the oncoming New Zealand whore, “Do you know who I am? Do you HAVE ANY IDEA WHO YOU’RE DEALING WITH? I AM AMELIA ABERNATHY!! A NAME THAT DEMANDS RESPECT!!”


“Testy; I like ‘em fiery. I hope you struggle more than those other bitches did.”


“I’ll wipe that smirk right off your fugly face, you... Slut! Come up here! I’ll put you in your rightful place!”


“Oh, but that’s exactly what I planned to do,” the sound of her feet mounting the ring steps tolls like a foreboding bell and The Queen of Mean slips between the middle ropes, “And you’re in luck… I’m in a special kind of mood tonight, because I’ve lost something quite dear to me. These feeble fools were nothing in comparison to my great power; you should’ve stayed home little girl, where it’s safe and none of the monsters can get you. I’m the thing in the night your mother warned you about, you egotistical tart, and all your boasting is going to be put to the test; I’m more than happy to be the one to reveal your fallacies.”

Amelia’s anger spills out like a red fog over the canvas, a primal yell erupting from her mouth, and she lunges toward Aryana Renfield with her claws at the ready. However, The Tyrannical Twat easily deflects the diva like a measly fly, twisting and thrusting the sole of her boot into The Bitchess’ face. The Blonde Bombshell collides with the mat audibly and Envy wastes no time in retrieving her plaything, ensnaring the smaller woman’s platinum blonde tresses in her spindly digits and hoisting her to her feet, “such rash decision making, are you sure becoming a wrestler was the right choice? Athlete... I have a feeling that term is used loosely to describe you... Sorry honey, but sex isn't an official sport, no matter how much I support with the notion.”

Her fingers suddenly entwine behind The Arrogant Aristocrat’s noggin and The New Zealand Terror jerks her skull downward, face first into her awaiting knee. Renfield smiles as she feels the cartilage crunch under the pressure of the blow, and lets her toy fall to the ground. With a satisfied smile The Covetous Cunt places her boot upon the narcissistic diva’s face and gives it a thorough rubbing, her smirk widening upon finding a generous smearing of blood in her foot's wake. Amelia flails wildly, hands futilely smacking at her assailants powerful stem, and she sputters between muffled cries of protest. Luckily, a reprieve comes sooner than expected, the shoe of the Auckland native is suddenly removed from her battered mug, and Amelia immediately starts trying to sooth the pain in her face. Unfortunately, she is ill prepared as Envy suddenly comes barreling back toward her after having rebounded from the ring ropes. The Queen of Mean launches into the air, thrusting her leg in front of her, and smashing it into Miss Moneybags’ midsection. All of the air is forced from Amelia’s lungs and stars dance before her eyes, the diva beginning to wonder if perhaps she is in over her head.

Aryana, still not satiated, retrieves Amelia from her resting place once more, but is rewarded with a swift right from her adversary. However, the girl that had long since grown accustomed to taking much harder hits from men, only laughs after taking the blow unflinchingly. The anger within the beauteous babe is ignited a new and she responds to The Tyrannical Twat's mockery by bashing her skull into Envy’s, which sends the sinful siren stumbling back whilst clutching her forehead. Trying to monopolize her current advantage the barbie look alike whirls around to dart for the ropes, using their elastic arms to increase her speed, and starts stampeding back toward her foe. Unfortunately, as Amelia closes the space between them, Renfield hastily crouches on the mat, and before the blonde bombshell can process what she is about to do... The Covetous Cunt slams her fist into her enemies groin. Her eyes practically pop out of their sockets and Miss Moneybags crumbles over the top of Aryana. Envy is more than happy to help her sister upright, steadying her on noodle like limbs that want nothing more than to curl up into the diva’s stomach, “My name is Aryana by the way… But you can call me Envy… You can remember that, can’t you?” The New Zealand Terror grips the top of her opponent’s head and forces Amelia to nod up and down, “This is my house and you will respect me in my home, won't you?” again she helps the dizzy dame nod in agreement, “now… Say good night to the nice people.”

Renfield waves the dumbfounded damsel’s hand for her before jerking her into a venomous kiss. Aryana releases the repugnant lip lock and slaps her own meaty thigh, which causes the fans to scoot to the edge of their seats in preparation for what they know will come next. The voracious vixen then proceeds to shove Amelia’s head between her legs, hooks her arms and collapses to the ground, driving the aristocrat face first into the canvas. Once the dust has settled it is clear that Amelia has taken the train to slumber town and Envy verifies this win the pin, the smaller diva remaining completely motionless throughout the tally.

After being awarded the victory she so craved, the green eyed monster brings herself to a vertical base and plucks a microphone from the nearest media monger. Envy takes a deep breath, smiles and scans the crowd,"I feel better, don’t you?” 

She then drops the mic, a terrible racket assaulting the ears of the occupants of the Solid Core Gymnasium and starts to head for the ropes to leave the unconscious aristocrat to her subjects.


TBCB Amelia
(I hope the kiss was okay, if not I can totally remove it... Just trying to develop a kiss of death type thing for her finishers.)

[Amelia]

Amelia's butler reeled back and almost collapsed on the floor when he saw his only source of income planted so viciously into the canvas. His heart felt like it stopped and he clutched his chest for a few seconds, almost certain he was having a heart attack. It soon passed and Geoffrey's fright turned to anger. He tried to rally the others around him into action, shouting "KILL IT WITH FIRE", but none were brave enough to lay hands on the savage woman. It was a scrum from then on, with media people trampling over one another to get the closest shot of Amelia Abernathy sprawled out in utter defeat. Mr. Higgins pounced into damage control mode and was trying to usher the media personnel out of the area as Geoffrey slipped into the ring and knelt over the gorgeous aristocrat. What he saw below him was a bloodied mess of what was such a beautiful entity, and he was consumed with grief and anguish because of it. Sadly this translated into poor judgement on his part. He rose above Amelia and stood protectively over her. His voice roared like that of a lion and his words, all pointed and precise, flew into the departing beast like knives.

"You doul creature! How dare you assault madame Amelia! This was criminal you wretched whore. We are going to prosecute you to the fullest extent of the law. Madame Amelia will own you then sell you to the lowest bidder you classless slag."

Envy twirled around and approached the man of only five feet seven inches, popping her knuckles to send a clear warning to the mouthy servant. Proving fearless to a degree, Goeffrey stood his ground and drew a fist up to his side and pointed at her with his other hand.

"Not another step closer wench. If I was twenty years younger I'd mop the floor with you right now. Be warned I used to box."

Envy capped her head back and cackled.

"Oh puh-lease. Really? You are throwing out warnings to me? You're old and tiny. If I punched you right now you'd burst into a tiny cloud of dust you old bag of shit. Let me give you some words of warning now. You better shut your face up, because whatever money she is paying you for your services won't be near enough to compensate for the pain I put you in. You know what, I think you should apologize for saying all those mean and hurtful things to me just now."

"Here's your apology."

Geoffrey swung at her and clipped her chin as Envy swayed back to dodge. It stung her a little bit. Geoffrey wasn't lying about his ex-boxer accolades. It didn't do enough damage though and soon the butler found himself doubled over from a knee to the abdomen. After that, his head was stuffed between her legs and his view went to black as his face sped toward the mat and impacted it. Envy got up and strutted around the ring doing mock rich girl type poses that were trademarks of the Amelia types of the world. She grew bore of it soon and finally exited ring for good, but not before passing by the expensive looking mirror the butler had carried around. She stopped, picked it up, and without saying a single word she shattered it to pieces on a exercise bench. All anyone could hear after that was her famous witch cackle as she shoved open the exit doors and disappeared.

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