The action had been wild so far, even though the match had technically not even
begun! But with Fire knocked out cold outside of the ring and Helen groggy and
incoherent, both The Outlaw's originally scheduled opponent as well as her
substitute were no longer a threat. In fact, though no one knew it yet, Fire had
suffered a concussion as a result of the landing.
So with Helen and Fire no longer a threat at this point, the only person more
angry than them was Desiree. This was exactly the kind of scenario which would
get her fired, in fact, she knew she would be fired as a result of this. But as
she stood there looking at Helen squirm and Fire lay motionless, she knew
this was her only opportunity to prove to the POWA that she could not only
survive as a wrestler, but flourish as well. She charged over to The Outlaw,
who was parading around the ring and pushed her back into the corner. Staring
directly into her eyes, she whispered in a menacing voice.
"I warned you about fucking with me, so now it's gonna be me and you girl.
You get back into that corner and be ready to rumble!"
The Outlaw stared back at her, not sure what to make of this. But as she
continued to stare into Desiree's eyes, her expression turned from confusion to
intensity.
"You want a shot? Okay, you got it!" screamed the
youngster in her typical, flamboyant style.
With that, both women turned and marched back to opposite corners of the ring.
Desiree was wearing a
black one piece, which matched her dark skin and nicely showcased her powerful
body. Her arms, legs,
abdomen, all showed the powerful muscles she had developed over the years. She
had a pleasant face too,
though not as beautiful as her young foe, and a full head of bouncy, permed
curls on her head. But as she
walked back to the corner of the ring, she was about to get her first lesson in
wrestling against The Outlaw.
The Outlaw waited until Desiree had her back fully turned and then abruptly
rushed her, landing a dropkick
into her back just as she had down to Helen. Desiree fell forward into the
corner, her knees buckling as she
lost her footing. She landed with her arms draped over the top rope as she
knelt on both knees. The
Outlaw got back up onto her own feet and quickly yanked Desiree onto her feet by
the hair before ramming
her head into the turnbuckle a number of times.
Desiree's head acted as if it were on a hinge, smashing into the padded corner
over and over. Finally The
Outlaw released her grip on Desiree's hair, leaving her to flounder to her
knees. The Outlaw's fans were
hysterical, cheering and screaming at her underhanded antics and she loved every
minute of it too, parading
around the ring with her arms over her head.
Meanwhile Helen had gotten to her feet and though still groggy, began to shout
up at The Outlaw, who simply smiled back at her. Fire was still down and
unconscious however, and Lenny had come over to attend to her, along with a few
POWA attendants. They feverishly worked on her, swiping some smelling
salts under her nose to try and rouse her into a conscious state. But Helen
paid no attention to her former lover's ills as she instead jawed with her
adversary.
Desiree tried to shake the cobwebs too as she pushed herself up onto her feet as
The Outlaw stormed over to her. The youngster grabbed Desiree by the wrist and
pulled her back to the center of the ring before
spinning her around by the arm. The Outlaw stood in the center of the ring as
she pulled Desiree's body
around her, causing the former referee to race in a circle. Finally, after
three rotations, she released her
grip on Desiree's wrist, sending her racing toward the corner where she smacked
into it, her head snapping
backward upon impact.
The Outlaw followed quickly behind her, jumping up onto Desiree's thighs and
digging her boots into the
seam of Desiree's hips. She then wrapped her arms around the back of Desiree's
head and began to fall
backward, pulling the powerful woman down with her. As The Outlaw rolled onto
her back, she hoisted
Desiree into the air by pushing up with her legs and driving Desiree's hips into
the air before flipping her
over.
Desiree landed hard on her back before sliding a foot or two, her body sprawled
in all directions. It had
been an awesome display to this point, and Desiree looked to be in trouble as
The Outlaw again celebrated
her own prowess. Helen continued to yell at The Outlaw from outside of the
ring, prompting the youngster
to race over to the side of the ring where Helen stood and kick mockingly at
her. Helen screamed up at her,
The Outlaw screaming back before turning away and focusing once again on
Desiree.
Fire meanwhile had finally opened her eyes, though she was unable to answer the
simple questions posed to her by the medical team. Her eyes were glazed and she
had no idea where she was. A large egg-shaped lump had also now developed on
her forehead from the collision with Helen's head, and was quite visible.
In addition, another lump had risen on the back of her head from the fall
outside of the ring, and there was a constant pain and bussing noise filling her
head. The combination of the two blows had left her dazed and out of it as the
medical staff helped her to her feet, wrapping
her arms across their shoulders as they carried her back to the locker rooms.
Helen looked on, watching her
former lover be helped away, but she did not follow. Instead she turned her
attention back into the ring
where she continued to watch the match.
Desiree had gotten into a seated position on her side, still dizzy and confused
as The Outlaw approached.
Again the tall youngster reached for Desiree's hair, but this time the powerful
former ref hauled back and
unleashed a powerful punch into her unsuspecting gut. The Outlaw folded in half
like a tent as she gasped
for air, the punch taking her breath away. She couldn't believe the force
behind the punch as her stomach
throbbed painfully while she backpedaled.
Desiree finally had the time to get to her feet, which she did slowly. She was
still a bit wobbly as she
straightened up before limping toward The Outlaw, who had gradually straightened
up herself.
"This ain't no boxing match sister!" The Outlaw yelled
to Desiree as she approached, before dropping down
and sweeping her legs across, knocking Desiree off of her feet. The Outlaw
quickly snatched hold of
Desiree's wrist, but the strong women simply jerked her arm in toward her body,
flipping the long, sinewy
body of The Outlaw into the air.
The Outlaw seemed stunned by the quick and powerful move as she landed on her
back before rolling onto
her side just as Desiree resumed her attack. She grabbed a handful of The
Outlaw's long, straight hair and
yanked her up onto her feet before thrusting one arm between the youngster's
legs and quickly scooping her
off of the mat and into the air. She then slammed the upended youngster to the
mat violently, jarring her
spine in the process. The Outlaw's mouth fell open upon landing, her body
twitching from the impact as
she quickly sat up and reached for her aching back.
Desiree was on a roll and wasn't showing any signs of letting up. Her heart was
racing with excitement as
she had The Outlaw dazed and hurt. She charged up in front of her, reaching for
her hair once again, but
not before the youngster reacted in her typical devious fashion. As Desiree
reached down to grab her, The
Outlaw lunged her arm forward, stabbing the tips of her fingers into Desiree's
throat. The piercing blow left
Desiree choking, her windpipe feeling as if it had just been cut open. She
stumbled backward, holding her
throat and gasping for air as The Outlaw slowly pushed herself up onto her feet.
The crowd was roaring, some cheering, others jeering as The Outlaw lumbered over
to her ailing foe. She
wrapped her arm around the back of Desiree's head, pulling her closer in an
upright headlock. They moved
in unison back toward a corner of the ring, Desiree's back facing the
turnbuckle. Once they were within
inches of it however, The Outlaw pulled down on the back of Desiree's head while
at the same time lifting
her knee and ramming it into the plunging face of the wheezing woman.
Desiree's head snapped backward as her entire body catapulted into the corner.
She moaned loudly while
burying her face in her hands and faltering against the ropes in the corner, The
Outlaw smiling viciously.
She then moved in closer and planted her feet before lifting her right leg up
and stomping the sole of her
boot into Desiree's rippled midsection. The Outlaw was shocked at hard the
surface of Desiree's stomach
was, her abdominal muscles feeling like a brick wall. But that only encouraged
her to attack even more
ferociously, which she immediately began to do.
With lightning quickness, The Outlaw began to pepper Desiree's midsection with
stomp after stomp. She
lifted her leg at her furious pace, ramming the sole of her boot into the
dimpled belly of the powerful
Desiree, causing her body to gradually wilt further down into the corner.
After connecting on a number of furious stomps, The Outlaw finally relented,
backing away as Desiree
now sat on the mat, her back resting against the corner, her legs spread open in
front of her. Her face
showed the agony she was now feeling, her midsection raw and throbbing from the
brutal attack. Bu that
only provided further satisfaction to the gloating Outlaw, who thrust her arms
into the air and began to strut
around the ring like a proud peacock.
Desiree had received a brutal introduction into the world of wrestling, and as
she watched the fans cheer
The Outlaw, she quickly began to appreciate the amount of desire and dedication
it took to succeed in this
sport. She was worn out and wounded, but knew that if she didn't pick herself
up and get back into the
match, that she would only be subjected to more abuse.
So using the ropes to help, she slowly began to push herself up from the corner,
leaning on the ropes as she
got her feet out from under her. But The Outlaw wasn't about to cooperate, and
abruptly charged over,
wrapping Desiree's head in a side headlock. She pulled the novice wrestler up
until she had her feet out
form under her, and then began to yank her bowed body around the ring. Desiree
scurried alongside The
Outlaw, who dragged her into the corner once again.
Pausing once again, as much for drama as anything, The Outlaw then took off,
running directly across the
ring toward the opposite corner. Desiree had no choice to run along, her body
hunched forward from the
headlock as she tried to keep up. She couldn't see what was coming, but a
second later, the top of her head
was rammed into the middle turnbuckle in the corner, forcing her head back into
her neck.
Her right leg lifted out to her side awkwardly as her momentum forced her body
forward, only further
increasing the severity of the blow to her head. The cheers of the crowd and
noises in the arena all
became dull, buzzing noises to Desiree as her thick, curly hair flew about her
head. Her legs could no
longer support her weight, and buckled, causing her to drop to both knees as her
arms fell through the
ropes, the rest of her body collapsing in a heap.
The Outlaw stood ominously over her, watching as the powerful Desiree crumpled
into the bottom of the
corner, half of her body now dangling outside of the ring while the other half
collapsed inside of it. For
good measure, The Outlaw gave her one final stomp, landing it directly between
her shoulder blades and
causing the portion of Desiree's body which wasn't stuck on the ropes to fall
flat against the mat.
The Outlaw again paraded around the ring, arms held high in the air as she jawed
with the fans at ringside.
Helen looked up in disgust as the lithe beauty worked the crowd, gradually
winning most of them over.
Helen looked up at Desiree who squirmed in the corner, her muscled body a
glistening heap, and then
looked back at The Outlaw who continued her celebration. Helen did not even
bother to scream up at her
this time, instead just glaring angrily at her festive foe while her head
pounded from her earlier departure
from the ring. But The Outlaw was well aware of Helen's presence and took the
opportunity to degrade the
POWA champion.
"Hey Champ? You learned your lesson yet, or you want some
more?"
Helen's blood pressure boiled as The Outlaw chuckled out loud at her expense.
She was once again being
made a fool of by the callous youngster, and was just about at her limit. But
by this time, Desiree had been
able to get to her knees and was gradually shaking her cobwebs. The Outlaw
glanced over at her and
noticed, but took the time to yell at one last line to Helen.
"I'm gonna go finish off the ref now… but if you still want a piece
of me… I'll see you when I'm done with her!"
With that The Outlaw turned and marched back over to Desiree as Helen's face
turned bright red with
anger. Desiree had gotten to her feet, holding onto the ropes in the corner
with both hands. She was still a
bit wobbly but completely aware of what was going on. As The Outlaw approached,
she braced herself for
contact.
The Outlaw moved in cautiously, realizing that a wounded animal is often the
most dangerous, and Desiree
was a wounded animal. She stood holding onto the top ropes on either side of
her, but once The Outlaw
moved closer, she pushed herself out of the corner as the two locked arms just a
few feet away. Even in her
weakened condition, Desiree began to overpower her taller foe, but once again
showed her lack of
experience.
With a quick turn of her body, The Outlaw was able to easily flip Desiree across
her shoulder and send her
tumbling to the mat below her. Clutching onto Desiree's forearm, The Outlaw
then planted her boot
securely into Desiree's right armpit before ferociously twisting and pulling on
her right arm. Desiree
kicked her feet and howled in agony, but was unable to free herself from the
painful arm hold. The Outlaw
wedged her foot firmly into Desiree's underarm, the edge of her boots digging
painfully into her soft,
glistening, brown skin as she wrenched her arm painfully.
The Outlaw smirked as she continued to increase the pressure before finally
Desiree reacted. With her
muscles bulging from the strain of the hold, Desiree reached up with her free
arm and grabbed hold of The
Outlaw's arm. As her body began to fall back down toward the mat, she pulled
forward with all of her
strength, dragging The Outlaws' body across her own and sending her soaring
through the air.
The Outlaw skid across the ring before grinding to a halt, Desiree pushing
herself up onto her feet as
quickly as she could. Her arm was still aching, but she tried to ignore it as
she carefully watched The
Outlaw get to her feet just as Desiree approached. Again they locked arms, and
again Desiree began to
overpower The Outlaw, driving her backward as she pressed her own body up
against the youngster's.
But The Outlaw again showed her prowess by jerking her head forward and ramming
the top of it into the
bridge of Desiree's nose, knocking her back several feet. The Outlaw scowled,
almost as if she were angry
that Desiree continued to fight back, before charging at her once again. She
ran directly in front of her,
Desiree's vision clouded and her ears ringing, before The Outlaw rammed her knee
up into Desiree's
ribs.
The blow caught Desiree off guard and forced her to bawl out loud as she bowed
forward, holding her ribs
with her arm. The Outlaw then moved in placed her in a front headlock, wedging
her forearm beneath
Desiree's chin. The headlock quickly turned into a choke, and Desiree could
feel her breath being cut off.
She knew she had to take action, and do it quickly, so she surveyed her options.
After thinking everything
over in a matter of seconds, she decided to take a chance.
She hastily reached forward and wrapped her arms around the youngsters back
while all at once jerking her
body quickly upright. She was able to surprise The Outlaw and thereby push her
forward just enough so
that The Outlaw was pressed against her shoulder as she stood upright. She
held on tightly, squeezing her
arms against The Outlaw's back as she pressed her into the air, The Outlaw's
midsection pressed tightly
against the top of her right shoulder.
The Outlaw began to kick her legs and punch Desiree in the back with her arms,
but the powerful woman
simply tightened her grip on The Outlaw's back, squeezing tightly around the
middle of her body,
squeezing the wind out of her. The Outlaw's long, shapely legs hung off the
back of the powerful Desiree
and were in constant motion, but she was now trapped on her foe's shoulder and
unable to break free.
Desiree walked The Outlaw around the ring once, more so because she needed to
figure out her next step
rather than to show her off. But the crowd reacted loudly and for the first
time, Desiree could try and catch
her breath. The Outlaw's punches began to grow more intense, and so Desiree
knew she had to act quickly.
Walking towards the corner, she began to pick up speed as she approached. She
then dipped her shoulder,
thereby hoisting The Outlaw's legs into the air and holding her upended body
perpendicular. Reaching the
corner, she rammed The Outlaw's back into the corner, driving her shoulder into
her gut in the process to
emphasize the blow.
The ropes on all 4 sides of the ring began to bounce up and down from the
violent collision. The Outlaw's
legs dropped over the top rope as her back arched painfully, her head falling
back against the mat. Desiree
fell to her knees upon completing the slam, and then crawled back a few steps,
leaving the overturned
Outlaw to dangle from the corner.
The crowd erupted, a number of boos and jeers heard, drowning out the cheers for
Desiree's valiant effort.
But Desiree paid little attention as she got to her feet and stood over her foe
for the first time in the match.
Looking down at her, she suddenly broke into a flurry of stomps and kicks to
various parts of the
youngster's long body, just as she had done to her earlier.
The Outlaw's willowy body bounced around in the corner, her legs remaining bent
over the top rope as the
vigorous attack continued. Desiree seemed like a woman possessed as she rammed
her foot over and over
into the youngster's hips, thighs, stomach, ribs… and wherever else it landed.
Finally, after an extensive
attack, she dropped her foot down and took a breather, not backing away at all,
but rather just staring at her
pounded opponent.
The Outlaw's arms lay on the mat in front of her, limp and slack as she moaned
softly from the fury she had
just been victim to. But Desiree, though still aching and dizzied, did not let
up. She reached down and
grabbed hold of both of The Outlaw's wrists, slowly backing away as she pulled
on her arms. The Outlaw's
long body began to pull away form the ropes, though her legs were still hooked
over the top ropes. Finally
her arms were pulled completely away from her body as Desiree tugged on them,
the youngster's gorgeous
body stretched to the middle of the ring.
Desiree continued to pull before finally giving one, big yank, thereby ripping
The Outlaw's legs from the
top rope and sending her body barreling back into the ring. She collapsed at
Desiree's feet, still groaning
softly. Desiree then quickly dropped toward the mat, pulling her elbow out to
her side and driving it into
The Outlaw's side. The Outlaw moaned upon impact, and tried to roll onto her
side, but Desiree kept her
pinned to her stomach, pushing on the back of her head to drive her pretty face
into the canvas.
The powerful Desiree then knelt up, placing her right knee into the middle of
The Outlaw's back, just below
her shoulder blades while continuing to push down on the back of her head. She
then set herself before
reaching forward and cupping her hands beneath The Outlaw's chin, interlocking
her fingers in the
process.
With one foot planted on the mat and her knee digging into The Outlaw's back,
she began to pull up from
beneath her chin, lifting The Outlaw's head from the mat and starting to trap
her in a Camel Clutch. It was
the first real wrestling move Desiree had ever learned and the first chance she
had to use it in a real match.
As The Outlaw's back arched and her head was pulled further back, Desiree sat
down on her back and
placed each foot on either side of The Outlaw's shoulders. She then released
her grip of The Outlaw's chin
long enough to grab hold of her arms and pull them back into the crease between
her own hips. With her
arms now pulled back behind her, The Outlaw was stuck and at the mercy of
Desiree.
Desiree knew this, and breathed easily for the first time as she went about
completing the hold. She
reached forward again and laced her fingers beneath The Outlaw's chin, once
again pulling back on her
face. The Outlaw's back again arched painfully as her body was curled inward,
increasing the pressure on
her spine. With her face clamped tightly between Desiree's hands, she could not
even make much noise in
protest, and with her arms trapped behind her, there was no escape.
The crowd began to get to their feet, sensing that the end of the match might
soon be near. The Outlaw's
back was starting to scream with pain and her face cringed as a result. Desiree
continued to pull back until
The Outlaw's body could stretch no more. It seemed like just a matter of time
before the youngster would
have to submit.
The Outlaw desperately tried to wriggle her arms free, knowing that was her only
chance for escape. She
pulled, pushed, shook and wriggled, but nothing worked. Finally, with the sweat
on Desiree's hips acting
as a lubricant, she was able to pull her arms free.
Desiree leaned forward to try and apply more pressure to the hold, but in a
desperate move, The Outlaw
jabbed her fingers back and over her head, luckily for her poking one of them
into one of Desiree's eyes.
The pain was intense and Desiree immediately lost her grip on The Outlaw's chin,
allowing her to roll out
from under her. Desiree instantly covered her eye, wailing out loud form the
pain.
Finally able to roll to freedom, the youngster got to her feet quickly and
stumbled over to Desiree, who was
seated with her hands covering her face. The Outlaw grabbed a handful of her
thick hair and angrily ripped
her up off of the mat by it. Desiree's eye was bright red, a stream of tears
running down her cheek as she
tried to maintain her focus. But The Outlaw was a master at using dirty
tactics, and knew exactly how to
take advantage of it.
Coming up from behind Desiree on the left side, the same side as her wounded
eye, The Outlaw sent a
ferocious punch into her kidney. Unable to see it coming, Desiree's entire body
tilted to the side as her face
winced from the painful shot. The Outlaw then came around in front of her and
quickly lifted her knee into
Desiree's midsection.
Though her muscles were sculpted, her torso powerful and solid, The Outlaw had
softened it up by this
point, and each blow was excruciating to Desiree, who staggered forward, her
upper body falling
downward. The Outlaw moved directly in front of her and quickly placed her
knees on either side of
Desiree's bowed head, locking them tightly together on either side of it. She
then reached forward and
wrapped her arms around Desiree's waist, locking her fingers together on
Desiree's stomach.
The crowd knew what was coming, though Desiree was in too much pain to fully
comprehend it. With a
loud roar, The Outlaw shifted all of her body weight backward while pulling in
with her arms and lifting
the brawny Desiree's into the air.
Desiree's arms instantly fell below her as her legs gradually shot up into the
air, her head still trapped
between the youngster's knees. The Outlaw struggled to hold her in place, but
with her body now lifted
upside down, Desiree finally realized what was coming. She had seen it many
times before, and just about
each time, it ended the match. The Pile Driver. It was a vicious move, and it
was about to be used against
her. Her bouncy curls dangled toward the canvas as The Outlaw worked to steady
herself, Desiree
desperately trying to figure out what to do.
She was perspiring heavily by this point in the match, her sculpted form
glistening under the lights, her
powerful legs jutting straight over head. Desiree had rarely seen women escape
from the Pile Driver, but
on the rare occasion when they did, it was because they were able to use their
legs for leverage. So not
wasting any time, she thrust her legs forward with all of her strength. The
Outlaw could not hold on and
was forced to unwrap her hands from around Desiree's waist. But Desiree did not
stop there. She was
already bowed forward and as she looked ahead, she saw The Outlaw's gut right in
front of her.
Like a raging bull, she charged forward, keeping her shoulder low and ramming it
into The Outlaw's
midsection. She drove her back into the corner, pressing her body tightly
against the turnbuckles before
lifting her own head. But she lifted it just enough so that the top of her head
was pressed against the
bottom of The Outlaw's chin. She then began to wail on the youngster's body,
landing punch after punch
on her side, ribs, kidney and stomach.
The Outlaw tried to get away, tried to raise her arms to block the blows, but it
all had happened too quickly.
She was trapped in the corner, her body being pelted with crushing blow after
crushing blow. The
Outlaw's head bobbed from side to side, her face wincing with each shot that
landed. Finally, after the
barrage had ended, Desiree back away just enough for The Outlaw to drop down
onto one knee, her body
bruised and aching.
But Desiree did not stop. Reaching forward she grabbed a handful of the
youngster's hair and pulled her
head up. She then drove it downward while driving her knee upright, smacking it
into the youngster's
pretty face. The Outlaw's head shot backward from the blow and she teetered on
her knees while Desiree
looked down at her, a blank expression on her face. She then reached down and
grabbed a handful of The
Outlaw's hair, ripping her onto her feet and pulling into a front headlock.
With the youngster bowed in front of her, Desiree further wedged her arm beneath
her chin, tightening the
headlock into a choke. It was about time someone gave her a taste of her own
medicine, or at least that is
what Desiree thought. The Outlaw's body was paralyzed with pain, her ribs
screaming with each
movement of her body. But Desiree was on a role, and there was no stopping her.
She decided that it was
time to try another wrestling move she had learned, but never really had the
chance to use before.
She set herself with The Outlaw trapped in front of her before she began to
whirl her body around, keeping
one arm wedged beneath the Outlaw's chin as she spun in the opposite direction.
Desiree then began to fall
backward, pulling down on The Outlaw's chin as the back of her head came to rest
against the front of
Desiree's shoulder. As Desiree's back landed on the mat, the back of The
Outlaw's head came crashing
down as well, her neck snapping backward from the impact. It was a devastating
neck breaker, and after
each had landed, The Outlaw's long body remained completely motionless.
But Desiree was not concerned, instead rolling over on top of her foe and
pinning her shoulders to the mat.
She began to slap the mat herself, the crowd roaring both it's approval and
disapproval, until finally Desiree
reached the count of ten and the bell rang to mark the end of the match. The
Outlaw's legs began to wriggle
on the mat, and though she wasn't about to get up, it gradually became obvious
that she was okay.
Desiree was elated, and quickly rolled over and got to her feet. Her body was
in pain from the beating it
had sustained, so her celebration was calm, yet undeniable. A huge smile
crossed her pretty face and she
thrust one arm in the air before waving to the crowd and blowing a kiss to all
four sides of the ring.
Helen looked on and sneered. Even though her hated rival had lost, she felt no
satisfaction. In fact, her
anger seemed to grow throughout the match. So as The Outlaw slowly began to get
to her feet, something
inside of Helen's brain seemed to snap and she bolted up into the ring.
Desiree did not notice as Helen leaped over the top rope and pounced on the
wounded Outlaw, ramming her hand between the youngster's legs and grabbing her
by the crotch. The Outlaw's face showed her agony as Helen dug her fingers into
the youngster's groin. Helen then placed her other hand on The Outlaw's throat,
and with a grunt, pressed her wounded body up and over her head.
The crowd began to boo and jeer as Helen carried The Outlaw to the side of the
ring, just as she had done to Helen on more than one occasion. But even though
The Outlaw had attacked Helen in a similar fashion in the past, the crowd
reacted angrily to this sneak attack, pelting Helen with screams of protest as
she dumped The Outlaw over the top rope, sending the beaten young woman toppling
painfully to the cold, hard floor. Desiree noticed what was happening just as
Helen was walking toward the side of the ring, and she began to charge over to
stop her. But once Helen dropped The Outlaw's body over the ropes, she looked
back to see Desiree approaching.
Helen was in no mood to be diplomatic, so as Desiree stormed up behind her, she
abruptly lifted her arm up and out to her side, bending it at the elbow. As
soon as Desiree reached her side, Helen thrust her elbow backward, driving it
into the middle of Desiree's face. Desiree's head shot backward
and she covered her face quickly, bowing forward as she whined in pain. As
Desiree stood covering her face, a
small trickle of blood began to drip form her nose. Helen meanwhile looked down
at The Outlaw, who was writhing on the floor below, and snickered. She turned
and walked toward the side of the ring, passing within inches of the floundering
Desiree, but saying nothing as she prepared to make her exit.
Helen then climbed through the ropes and calmly walked up alongside the dizzied
Outlaw. Grabbing her long, straight hair, she plucked the tall beauty up and
onto her feet, dragging her several feet away from the ring. She then charged
forward, pulling The Outlaw alongside her. Reaching the metal pole which
supported one corner of the ring, Helen tossed the pretty youngster' head
forward, sending it on a painful collision force with the immovable object.
A loud CLANK echoed through the arena as The Outlaw's head rebounded off of the
pole before she collapsed to the floor, holding her head in pain. Helen then
non-chalantly turned and began to saunter up the aisle toward the locker rooms
as the vast majority of the crowd booed her, some even throwing debris in her
direction. Most of them had been sympathetic to Helen at the start of the
night, most of them even siding with her in this feud. But Helen seemed to
cross a line in their eyes, a line which many of the fans did not want to see
crossed. Helen took advantage of The Outlaw after she had already fought a
match, and that didn't sit well with them. It didn't matter that The Outlaw had
done the same to Helen in the past, they seemed to view this much differently.
Yes… The Outlaw was sneaky… dirty… even reprehensible in the ring. She attacked
people when they weren't looking and even got involved in the matches she had no
right being involved in. But for some reason, when Helen did it, it seemed
different, more vicious. It was obvious that this saga was far from over, but
the dynamic had definitely changed… new characters had now been added … and the
feud was far from being over!
