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This is an old match from way back when I did. It was a fight between the undefeated OPW champion (Glory) and the undefeated number one ranked female fighter in the world (Allison). I've been exchanging e-mails with some of you and a couple of pms and I mentioned Allison, but when the board crashed, most of her fights were lost, so here's one. Happy Holidays... more solo stories coming soon  :)

Glory vs. Allison Payne: Post Fight Press Conference

Both women are seated on opposite sides of the long series of tables with a podium in the middle. The 6’2” 170 lb Rosario Dawson looking Glory is dressed in a white pinstriped business suit and with her long black hair down. Her left eye is swollen and has a cut above it, splitting her eyebrow. The 5’8 150 lb redheaded hazel eyed Halle Berry lookalike Allison Payne is dressed in a red tank top and black jeans and is wearing sunglasses to hide her two black eyes. Her nose is busted and she has icepacks on both of her hands.

Q: Okay everyone, we’re ready to begin. First question will go to Glory. What was it like coming in to this fight.

Glory- (laughing) Well, it was a lot more hectic than a usual OPW show. Everyone made this seem like it was for something a lot more important than the OPW World Title or her MMA, Cagefighting and boxing titles. This was for the so-called title of world’s best fighter. But for me, it was about respect. She said--

Allison- I have a name. You can stop calling me ‘she.’

Glory- You are a ‘she,‘ aren’t you? Anyway, she said a lot of mean things about me and I said a lot of mean things about her and I knew and I’m sure she knew that this was going to be a fight.

Allison- I was coming in the kill her and she was coming to kill me.

Glory- It wasn’t hard to get motivated to fight somebody like her. After the way she treated Nikky and after the way she acted towards me after that fight, I knew I had to take a piece of her.

Allison- There were some almost fights between us at the press conferences and when we had to do the photo shoot. Glory was just being a b.itch and if she was gonna act like a b.itch, then I was going to be one right back. No matter what happened or what happens, you can’t intimidate me. I have been through waaay too much in my life for you to try to intimidate me.

Glory- Thank you, Allison.

Q: So tell us about the fight.

Allison- I was watching Glory come to the ring while I was in the back. I don’t usually do that, but I had to see this for myself. She came out with her usual music, her usual hair doo in that Mohawk, but her outfit was different.

Glory- I don’t always wear one pieces, sometimes, I like to change it up. I had on a silver one piece but I had an oval opening in the middle; people say I don’t show my abs enough, and I’ve got a great set of abs so why not show them? I had on my thigh highs, and I had on my black gloves.

Allison- She did the usual Glory entrance thing. I’ve been to enough OPW shows and I’ve been a fan of the company and all the wrestlers since I was a child, so I know all about wrestlers’ entrances. She got in the ring and climbed the corner and raised her fist. Everybody was chanting her name, as usual.

Glory- I got some boos; I got lots of boos. This is your home town; so I expected to be booed. I do have a question for you, Alley. You know all about entrances and you’re a fan of all the wrestlers? Are you a fan of mine?

Allison- Kiss my ass, Glory. Anyway, I got my mind ready to come to the ring. You know, one thing that Cutter tells me when we’re training is to not work myself up so much that I’m burned out before the fight. Glory said she was gonna destroy me and kill me and hurt me and do all these things to me--

Glory- And you said the same things about me… it’s called promoting the fight. All that stuff I said about you was in promotion of the fight, and you know it. When we were all at the charity event earlier this week, you and I were only five feet apart, but I didn’t come up to you and tell you anything. We were going to fight and that was known; so I wasn’t being a b.itch to you every time I saw you. Glory is a businesswoman and Glory doesn’t have to--

Allison-  There she goes again with her god complex.

Glory- You talk about god complexes? I get in the ring and wait for Allison, but she doesn’t come out for another ten minutes. We said we were going to do this straight-up without any stupid mind games and she had me in the ring waiting. But she finally came out to her Tupac entrance with the usual black and red hooded robe and the usual head down in pure pessimistic, fatalistic, whatever you want to call it attitude she has before a fight.

Allison- Look who’s talking. I get into the ring and there’s a human wall of security and police separating us.

Glory- It’s something I’d never seen before and I didn’t think it was necessary.

Allison- Then you obviously didn’t see Mike Tyson vs. Lennox Lewis.

Glory- I could beat both of them.

Allison- At this point, I’m not looking at her. At this point, I’m looking down and that’s what I usually do before fights. I don’t want to have mercy on my opponents, so I don’t look them in the eyes until right before.

Glory- They’re building a cage around the ring and closing in the top. There’s only going to be one other person in the ring for this, and that’s the referee. He was Silas Sumpter, former kickboxing champion, former wrestler, and a really big guy.

Allison- Security was still between us when he gave us our instructions. Glory was looking at me with what everybody calls her ‘sinister’ grin. I call it her ‘sh.it-eating’ grin. I guess they had the cage inside the ring because she and I are from two different sports, so they tried to mix it up. They knew I wasn’t into all that stuff running out of the ring and using chairs and slamming people into steps like she was.

Glory- Can I help it if I’m brutal? I guess I can, but I wouldn’t have much of a reputation if I wasn’t, would I? Security filed out of the ring and we were in opposite corners. The crowd was just flat out electric; I really had a hard time not taking one more look at all the people who were cheering and stomping. But I knew that it was time for me to go to work. The bell rang and I charged right at her.

Allison- She was hitting me with punches, but I had my arms up because she was mainly going after my face.

Glory- I was really on her. The objective was to smother her with punches and get my hands on her and end it. Like she said, she did have her arms up, but I don’t mind punching her in her arms because they are her primary weapons and that’s exactly what I did. I caught her with an uppercut and her head snapped up, then I hit her with a right hand to her ribs and she had her back on the cage. I held her arms with my left and pounded her with my right.

Allison- I knew Glory was fast, but she was really fast the way she came out. The punches she was hitting me with hurt, but when you’re fighting, you don’t really feel them until afterward. But that wasn’t what was going on with this fight. My adrenaline was high and every time she hit me, it still hurt.

Glory- I started kneeing her in the stomach and she was really weakening. I mean, I had her groaning and moaning every time I kneed her. She would come out of her guard and throw a right hand at me and I would duck it or she would try a left to my liver, but I got my right arm in the way. And when her hands came down, I hit her in the face and I could hear her groaning. I knew she was getting frustrated and it was only making me want more. I figured I was bigger and stronger and I could impose my will on her. She is a puncher and some people would say that it was unwise for me to punch with a puncher, but I knew what I was doing.

Allison- She got her arms around me and she pulled me off the cage. I had a feeling she might try for the Rock bottom on me, so I tried to lock up her right leg with mine, but she was too strong. She picked me up and slammed me on my back and she got on top of me. She started punching me in the face, and her fists were like basketballs coming down on me.

Glory- (giggling) Allison’s a tough girl; I won’t take anything away from her because she took some shots that could’ve taken the head off a rhinoceros. I was really trying to hurt her, but I was also trying to get her to tap out before I did permanent damage to her. She got her legs around my body; I was in a dominant position, but she got me in a body scissors. It really hurt, but I was in the zone and I just kept fighting. One thing about Glory is that she has energy for days; if I’ve got you in trouble and you get me in a submission, I’ll sacrifice that drain on my stamina if it means that you’ll still come out worse when I break the submission.

Allison- The idea behind using a body scissors on her wasn’t just to drain her energy; it was to trap her in one spot. See, people don’t know this about me, but I’m a trained submissions fighter and a very good one at that. I know how to fight off the ground; everybody knows me for right hands and knock outs, but I really know how to submit someone. So, Glory was in a tough spot, whether she knew it or not.

Glory- I knew if I wanted to, I could pull her and slam her down again. I was in the dominant position, so I decided to stay there and keep punching her. I brought my left arm down to try to pry the body scissors off of me, and I managed to get it between her right leg and my body.

Allison- Which is exactly what I wanted her to do. The only reason why she got her arm there is because I loosened my grip on her to allow her to put her arm there. When she did that, I brought my legs up around her neck and shoulder for the triangle hold, but my intention wasn’t to get her in it. Once I grabbed her arm, I punched her in the face, right under her left eye. It hurt her and she shuddered to her right, so I brought my legs around and slammed her on her back while keeping her arm in my hands. I had her down and in an armbar. That was what I wanted and if she had kept punching me, I wouldn’t have been able to get it on. I would’ve had to do something else, but she made it easy for me.

Glory- I don’t know if I want to believe that she planned the armbar. I was on my back and she was pulling my arm, but it wasn’t a problem. One thing I want to say to anyone who plans on being in any wrestling organization, learn to counter an armbar and really, study as much about submissions and submission reversals as you can. OPW is full of girls who use armbars; I have been in enough matches to know my way out of one. With my strength, I turned in her direction and her legs bent, taking most of the pressure off my arm. Then I decided to try and pin her in her own move, so I just rolled her on her shoulders and pinned her, but she got out at 2.

Allison- She had me down on my shoulders and now she got her hand around my throat because I had to release the armbar to kick out of the pin. It wasn’t a good position to be in. She pulled me up and I had a chance to kick her in the crotch, but I don’t do stuff like that, so I got choke slammed, but I got out of it at the count of 2. So far, she had out punched me, and she had outwrestled me. I remember thinking that I can’t fight in my home town, New Orleans, Louisiana, and just let her dominate like this.

Glory- I was in control of the match and once I get in control, there’s no turning back. She was down, so I came down to mount her and give her some more shots, but she rolled back on her feet and we went toe-to-toe again. My objective was the same as before. Back her up against the cage, and pound the hell out of her.

Allison- Before she caught me off guard with her speed, this time I got my arms up early, but she kicked me in the stomach. I’m not gonna lie; it hurt. I couldn’t breath, so it was easy for her to DDT me.

Glory- I didn’t expect her to double over the way she did, but she did, so I dropped her. But the girl kicked out at 2 again. To her credit, Allison performed well to say she had never been in a match that had pinfalls. I pulled her back on her feet, but she nailed me with an uppercut under my chin.

Allison- When I hit her, her whole body shook and she made a noise. I was still trying to breath, but I knew I had caught a rest when she took a step back. I knew it wasn’t going to last very long either, so I cracked her in her left eye and hit her in her solar plexus just to make sure.

Glory- Both punches hurt me, and she heard me grunt, but I smiled and nodded at her when she hit me. I was still going to come forward because I figured she was the in worse condition. I backed her up and started drilling her with body punches; I was really hitting her ribs. I don’t know why I spent so much time punching her; I think it was because she wasn’t giving me many opportunities to use wrestling maneuvers on her. I got a knee into her side and she yelped and looked at me. I had her near a corner.

Allison- That knee really hurt and it pissed me off. My back was about three feet from the corner and Glory was moving in, but I stood straight up and right when she moved forward, I caught her right between the eyes with a right hand. I dropped her like a bad habit.

Glory- I don’t remember what the impact felt like. I just remember being on my back and wondering how I got there. She was on top of me and I felt her before I saw her.

Allison- I drove both my knees down on her stomach and I went full throttle on her face with right hands. Her left eye was cut with the first one that landed, and when I see blood, I don’t stop.

Glory- I’ve bled in just above every major match I’ve been in, so the blood wasn’t a problem. She was hitting me, but I was laughing at how angry she was looking. She didn’t understand that taking pain is a part of what I do to be victorious. I moved my head a little and she missed a right hand, then I took her head and slammed it into the mat. I mounted her from behind and put a body scissors on her, but instead of using a choke on her neck, I went with a double eye gouge.

Allison- My right hand had bent funny when it hit the mat after missing Glory’s face. It was feeling kind numb, so I thought it might be broken, but she had me. I didn’t know Glory could use a body scissor, but she’s had it used against her so many times, I guess it was worth a try. I couldn’t see and my own blood was burning in my eyes, but I knew I hadn’t moved from where I was. So I stood up and cupped my hands under her and helped her stay on my back.

Glory- I’m taller than Allison by six inches, but she’s only twenty pounds lighter that I am. It still surprised me that she was able to carry me with a body scissor around her like that and my fingers in her eyes. I started slamming my fists into her eyes from behind, but she blindly ran right at the side of the cage. My left eye was bleeding bad, but blood motivates me.

Allison- I was smart enough to know that I was coming near the cage wall, so I bent forward fast and the idea was to throw Glory off of me and on the mat near the cage wall. That way, when I open my eyes, I could mount her and have the cage for extra leverage.

Glory- (chuckling) Instead, this girl gets too close and when she sends me off, I go face first into the cage. I’m laughing at it now because I’m surprised that she didn’t intend to do it that way. I was stunned and really out of it, and she stepped in and drove a left to my stomach. I doubled over and when I grabbed her, she hit me with another shot to my stomach and a left hook to my jaw and I went down again. But I got right back up and pushed her back against the cage. It was on; it was really on now. She had gotten me with some really good shots and I was feeling them and I know she was feeling what I put on her. It was time for me to take her out.

Allison- I could look at her and I saw that she was woozy; I was woozy too and she hit me square in the nose and then suplexed me. She started stomping on me, but when she tried to step over me for a modified arm wrench, I pushed her off of me. I got up and I tried to pull her into a kimora submission, but she got her hands under my neck and crotch and picked me up.

Glory- I had her high above my head for a gorilla press. I pressed her up and down a few times for effect like I usually do, and then I threw her head first into the cage like a spear. I don’t ever want to permanently injure any of my opponents; I wasn’t trying to hurt Allison too bad that she couldn’t compete another day, but I had to win. I noticed that she was only trying to hit me with her left and I knew something was wrong with her right hand. Allison can be over reliant on her right hand and I figured I had her. I clotheslined her, I pulled her up and I reached across her for the Rock Bottom.

Allison- She had me in her finisher. I hit her with some lefts to the side of her head, but she shook them off.

Glory- The momentum was with me. She caught me with three left hands and I figured no problem; I still had her and I was going to drop her. But then… bang. I couldn’t breath and I felt so bad and so nauseous. I doubled over and I went down. I was in a fetal ball and I felt like I was dying. I felt her on top of me and I heard the referee’s voice and felt the mat smacking 1,2,3.

Allison- She had me and I knew I had one punch to throw or else it may have been over for me. My right hand was numb but my wrist was hurting badly, but I threw it as hard as I could right in her stomach. I heard her make this really funny sounding high pinched sound and then I heard her gurgling. Her whole body wobbled and she folded over and went down. She was looking at me as she was falling and her mouth was open and she looked like she was in shock, then right before she hit the mat, she smirked at me and rolled her eyes. I beat Glory.

Glory- I got caught… it happens.

Allison- I could’ve milked it and let her stay down and take a ten count, but I decided to go ahead and pin her. She said all that stuff about what she was going to do to me and I did exactly what I said I would do to her. I beat her, and I did it with a body shot. She has a big bruise right where I hit her.

Glory- (sad) I do. I have one right around my bellybutton. I lost tonight and I can live with that. But all I did was lose a fight, the people of New Orleans have lost so much more, and it was just an honor to be a part of such an event.

Allison- This is her first loss in her career and this means that I am the so-called best fighter in the world. And as far as who's next, well, I had said this time and time again... I WANT RACHEL APACHE. I want to fight my childhood hero, the woman who's example taught me how to overcome being homeless and being abused, the woman who is great because she believes in herself. I want Rachel Apache. Rachel, you have a saying that you use very often. Well, let me borrow a part of it. Rachel, I am the best there IS.

Glory- (standing up and moving to the podium) Allison, could you look at me right now?

Allison- Why do I need to look at you? It should be more like, 'look what I did to you.'

Glory- I have something I want to say to you.

Allison- (turning and looking at Glory) What?

Glory- You beat me. Tonight you were the better fighter and despite everything that we've said about each other, I respect you and--

Allison- Glory, go to hell. You're still a b.itch to me. You got in my face a few months ago when I was just minding my own business and you've done nothing but badmouth me ever since.

Glory- I've grown up a lot since then, Allison. I just want to do the mature thing. I am sorry for the things that I said, but like I said, it was all in promoting--

Allison- We weren't signed to fight at that bar a few months ago. You came in there trying to start sh.it with me, then after I beat Nikky Smalls, you pushed me, and now that I kicked your ass, you wanna be friends. Why don't you go run home to your momma, Glory.

Glory- My mother is dead. She died giving birth to me.

Allison- (standing up) And I'm sure she's in heaven right now wishing she had an abortion. It hurts, doesn't it? Now you know how I've felt!

Glory- (with tears coming down her cheeks and with security restraining her) You don't have to say things like that, Allison. I already apologized to you and I'm trying to handle this like women. You don't have to talk about my mother like that!

Allison- (Throwing her sunglasses at Glory while security restrains her also) Isn't that what you told me when we were in the bar a few months ago? Didn't you tell me to go run home to my momma? DIDN'T YOU?!

Glory- I was doing that to get you to fight me; I wanted you to fight me for my title... it's a part of the business!! I was taunting you, Allison; I was simply trying to stir up public interest. It didn't do anything but make you, me, OPW, your managers and trainers, and the city of New Orleans a hell of a lot of money!

Allison- (crying but extremely angry) Do you know that my mother gave me up? Do you know my mom got raped and that's how she got pregnant with me? My mother is in a drug rehab center right fu.ckin now! Who the f.uck are you to say ANYTHING about my mother?!! All those months you've spent talkin sh.it about me, not once did you apologize for that. In the weeks leading up to this fight, you didn't say anything about my mother again, but you didn't apologize for that comment. Now you wanna apologize? And the only reason why you're apologizing is because you LOST!! If you had won, then you would be running your f.uckin mouth right now about how great Glory is. F.UCK YOU, GLORY! And you know what? Fu.ck your mother too; I'll fly to Puerto Rico and piss on that b.itch's grave for puttin you on this earth to f.uck with me!!

Glory- (being restrained by security and now being escorted out) LET ME GO!! LET GO OF ME!! I'm not going to touch her; I just want to talk to her... LET ME GO!! That's okay; I'll see you in the parking lot, Allison! LET ME GO; I just want to talk to her!!

Allison- Bring that big bi.tch back out here and I'll kick her ass again! Nobody better not fu.ckin touch me!

General Cutter (Allison's trainer, a living legend, and an eccentric of sorts)- Calm down, Alley. It's over, you don't have to think about her again. You can't let somebody you just beat up, stay in your head. You've got to calm down.

Allison- (calming) Alright, Cutter. Ladies and gentlemen, I do want to apologize for that. Usually after a fight, I am not acting the way I do when I'm fighting.

General Cutter- We're gonna leave now, people. I'm sure you all have enough for your stories. Allison Payne is the best fighter in the world now, and we will take on all comers if the offer is right. But we definitely want Rachel Apache. Allison has been calling Rachel out now for over two years; it's time that Rachel stepped up and responded. Like Allison said, she is the best there is, and she has defeated the only two women to beat Rachel Apache, those women being Nikky Smalls and Glory. So Rachel, stop ignoring us and respond to this challenge.

Good dialogue. These two don't even need an interviewer to moderate the discussion; they do it all themselves.

Fantastic stuff!

I loved the post fight interview technique to reveal the action, telling rather than showing the fight puts a great spin on things and really kept me glued to the screen! I've been curious about Allison Payne for a while and now you got me curious about Nikky Smalls!!! you utter tease! lol

I love all of the OPW series and can't wait for more hooney :)

x G x

thanks, everyone! It means a lot to know you enjoyed the story. By the way, you may have noticed the periods in the curse words sh.it. When that story was first posted, the board was being renovated, and curse words were replaced with other stuff... it was really funny. "Fuck" became "crappity smack" and "bitch" became "pregnant dog." So, I put the periods in the words to throw off the editor until the renovations were done.

Hard to imagine Glory losing, but then I suppose no-one is invincible?  ::)

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Kayla

well, who's invincible depends on who writes the story lol!! Yeah, Glory stayed unbeaten for six years from the time she turned pro at 15 to that loss to Allison. But considering all the great fighters Allison knocked off after that, and the success Glory continued to have after losing, a rematch could be in the works one day lol.

An enjoyable match, told from both sides...

It would nice to see the brutal Glory vs Madame Sin match reposted...

I'm just happy that when my first laptop crashed, i didn't lose everything. Thanks for the compliment.

Christmas Eve, 2010

Glory sat in the beige chair and took another sip of her mocha late' and opened three more packets of Splenda, pouring the sugar substitute into the large cup. Glory had her long curly black hair down, a lighter shade of lipstick on, and was wearing her eyeglasses as she tugged up on the collar of her emerald green Notre Dame sweater and crossed her legs in their Lee blue jeans, wiggling her little pedicured toes in their designer socks and socks in her UGG boots... so happy to be out of the cold and rain outside. "I should be used to cold," she thought to herself, "being a New Yorker." She took the cigarette out of the woman sitting across from hers mouth and tapped the ash into an ashtray, then put the cigarette back in the very thin and shaking Black woman's mouth.

Glory- I got you a Christmas present; I can't forget about that, haha. I hope your daughter likes it too, because I know you get tired of wearing the sweats and sneakers.

Glory handed the honey skinned woman with hazel eyes a present with an enormous red bow, but the woman took it and stared at it like she didn't know what it was, then, it slipped out of her hand, hit the floor, and she proceeded to scratch her neck and moan loudly. Glory reached out and pulled her hand away from her neck and the woman started to sob and shout, "I need!!! I need it!!!! Help me get it, please!!! I don't wanna dieeeeee!!!! Help me, Jesus!!!!"

Glory- It's okay... shhh... it's alright. I'm here with you.

Glory got out of her chair and hugged the much smaller, frail woman, who clutched Glory tightly. Glory was sad, seeing all the track marks from needle injections and the patches on the woman's wrists from attempted suicides and Glory shed a tear herself as the nurses came in. Glory took a step back as the nurses held the woman down, giving her an injection in her arm and putting her in the bed as she went into a vegetative state. Glory couldn't help but look at her present on the floor and her heart sank down with it. Glory opened the Christmas card she got the woman and placed it on the table, then waving to the staff, made her way to the stairs, but gave a sad grin when one of the doctors said, "You've got a big heart to show up here; we have so many movies being filmed here in New Orleans and so many events, but we don't get too many celebrities visiting the center other than Saints players."

Glory- Let's just say that I have a lot in common with the people here. You could say I knew them when I was a child.

Glory didn't mind using the elevator; she loves her fans and likes to take pictures and autographs, but what she saw just brought her down so low that she felt like taking the stairs. She walks down the unusually dark stairwell and sees someone coming up in the opposite direction. Glory figured that maybe the person won't recognize her, after all, Glory in the ring wears her hair up in a Mohawk, wears blood red lipstick, and wears one pieces and thigh high boots. Not to mention, she's a lot more aggressive in the ring. As she seaw the woman with a gold and black New Orleans Saints pullover cap, a brown winter vest over a black and gold striped sweater and dull gold jeans and matching timberland boots, Glory prepared herself to either let the girl pass or smile and speak, then she saw the woman's face and thought, "Oh boy. This is going to be interesting."

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Allison Payne said as she looked at Glory. The 5'8" 150 lb Halle Berry looking Allison, with her shoulder length reddish brown hair and hazel eyes easily recognized Glory and Glory's stance softened as Allison stormed up the stairs to meet her.

Glory- Calm down, Alley.

Allison- Bitch, I said what the fuck are you fucking doing here?!

Allison bumped Glory and the taller mocha skinned Glory backed up a bit, looked up and rolled her eyes.

Glory- I came to see your mother.

Allison- My WHAT?!!

Glory- Yeah, I've been coming into town and--ee!!

Allison grabs Glory by her shoulders and rams her into the railing; Glory grabs the collar of Allison's sweater with one hand and the rail with the other to prevent herself from falling over.

Glory- If I fall, you're coming with me. Chill out.

Allison- Bitch, I'm gonna fuck you up!! Who the fuck do you think you are showing up here to see my mother?!!

Allison rams a hard right hand into Glory's left side.

Glory- AUGH!!!

Allison- If you wanted to come find me, bitch, all you had to do was come to my gym! But this shit here, this is going way too fucking far!!

Glory screams twice more as the shorter girl rams two more right hands into her side, each blow lifting Glory onto her toes as she feels herself about to go over the railing. She grabs Allison around her neck and shoulders and tries to hold her in place. Glory's New York City by way of Spanish Harlem accent gets even thicker as she tries to catch her breath and talk.

Glory- Will you just listen? I wasn't trying to meet you here.

Allison- Bitch, let me go!

Glory- No... calm down.

Allison- You said that like you have a fucking choice.

Allison stomps down hard with her hiking boot down on Glory's soft left UGG shoe and Glory yelps, loosens her grip, then cries "UnnNhhH!!" as Allison hits her in the jaw with a left hook, but as Allison draws back to fire a right hand to Glory's face, the taller girl springs forward, driving her knee into Allison's stomach and forcing an "OUGH!!" from Allison as she doubles over (Author's Note: I just realized I switched the tense from past to present. Bear with me; I'm on medication and I'm really not feeling well) clutching her stomach. Glory holds her left side, but has Allison by the back of her head. Glory slams another uppercut to Allison's stomach and forces a loud "OOH!!" as the redhead's eyes squint and her lips pucker in pain. Glory grabs Allison by her throat and shoves her into the wall, holding her there and looks deep into her eyes, giving Allison that signature smile.

Glory- I didn't come here to fight you and I certainly didn't come here to hurt your mother. Now, calm the hell down and let me explain.

Allison- Fuck you, Glory... fuck you.

Glory- Merry Christmas to you too, Alley.

Allison- I got you a present... it's the same one I gave you last time we fought here.

Allison drives her right hand straight into Glory's stomach, right on her navel and grinds her fist in, forcing a loud moaning "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" from the mocha skinned girl as she doubles over, but grabs Allison again as the two women both stumble and wind up falling down the stairs together. As they land on the turning flat at the bottom of the flight they fell down, Glory winds up on top of Allison, but Allison nails Glory in the jaw with a right hand, forcing an "UNH!!" from the taller girl and shoving her down the last flight of stairs, but Glory pulls Allison with her. Glory bangs her head hard on one of the stairs and as the women finally reach the floor, they both get to their hands and knees and look at each other. Allison gets to her feet quickly, but Glory is up too and she raises her fists, but blinks and Allison watches Glory's eyes dart from side to side and squint as she looks at Allison. Allison sees Glory's eyeglasses on the floor, picks them up, and tosses them to her. Glory puts them on and looks right into an uppercut that hits her chin, forces another "Unnhhh!!!" from her and she goes down on her butt against the wall.

Allison- I wanted you to see that one. Now, why the fuck are you here?

Glory- (straightening her glasses back on her face and standing back up) Ha! I've been trying to tell you that the whole time.

Allison- Then you better get talking or else I'm gonna knock you back down again.

Glory steps in closer to Allison.

Glory- You know, on second thought, I don't think it's any of your business, Alley.

Allison- Okay, bitch... let's do it. Let's fight it out.

Glory- I'd rather just hug it out. Fine, Allison. I told you I didn't come here to fight you. I'm not going to disrespect this place by getting into a fight here. I came here to see your mother, but if you're going to keep on trying to start a fight with me, then I'm going to walk away.

Allison- We met when you tried to start a fight with me at a bar. And I broke your jaw and knocked you out with one punch. And I was drunk.

Glory- Yes, I know; I hear you saying that in every extended interview you give. But that was almost six years ago, honey. I apologized.

Allison- And I'm the one who gave you your first loss.

Glory- Right; I had a feeling that would come up too. That was almost five years ago. I'm a big girl, Allison. I looked you in the eyes and told you that you beat me fair and square. I've won a ton of matches and had four more reigns as OPW World Champion since you beat me. But there's something that you said that led me here.

Allison- And what was that?

Glory- Alley, my mother died giving birth to me and your mother's here going through what she's going through... I had to come and see her.

Allison- So what is that? An apology for what you said about her when we first met? How you told me to go running back to my mother?

Glory- Yes and no. I apologized to you for that after our match. I needed to apologize to her. I was raised by prostitutions in Spanish Harlem; I saw women abuse themselves with drug addictions and sex addictions. I saw rapes; I saw murders; I saw all kinds of horrible things and knowing that your mother was going through that... it made me feel awful.

Allison- It's none of your business.

Glory- I've been coming here once a month for the last five years.

Allison- What the fuck is wrong with you? You really are sick and twisted, aren't you? My mother is NOT your mother and what you said to me is something that you can't ever take back. It happened and it's over.

Glory- I didn't bring it up, Alley.

Allison- Don't call me that like we're friends. My mother probably doesn't even know you're there. She's so messed up; you come in there to find out more about me... you won't get a scouting report out of her.

Glory- Really, I should be asking you what the hell is wrong with you. It's not about YOU, Alley. It really isn't.

Allison- It involves my mother, so it's definitely about me.

Glory- You beat me, but I had you. I hurt you just as much as you hurt me and if I had to fight you again, I wouldn't have changed a thing except savoring the moment right before the Rock Bottom. I don't need a scouting report on you. And this isn't the only drug rehab center I go to either.

Allison- I really don't give a shit what you do, Glory. Don't ever come here again.

Glory- I don't think you can make me stop.

Allison- Don't test me.

Glory- I'm not; I'm just stating the facts. We can fight right now; eventually, someone will hear us or come through that door and the next thing you know, we're on the news brawling at a drug rehab center on Christmas Eve, which makes us both look stupid. You hurt me; I hurt you... nobody wins.

Allison- Oh, I would win.

Glory- (sighing) Why don't you just drop the front? Under a different set of circumstances, we could've been friends.

Allison- That will never happen. And you're one to talk about making a fool out of yourself; I saw that video of you and that gesture you made, freak.

Allison is referring to a video Glory did on the set of a movie during an outtake where she held up her middle and index finger, stuck her long tongue between them in the international gesture meaning "I eat pussy."

Glory- (smiling) I was having fun. It doesn't mean I'm about to force myself on you and eat yours. After all, I'm celibate. (stepping really close to Allison) But you know, as much as you talk about beating me, maybe you could be the one who changes all of that, pretty girl.... I'm just messing with you. You're so uptight, Allison; I'm from New York; I'm supposed to be the uptight one. So tell me, Allison Payne, what are you really like? I heard you're soft and sensitive under that tough girl front you put up. I know you lived a hard life; I know you had to fight through all over it. So did I.

Allison- Fuck you, Glory.

Glory- Okay Allison, you win. (in a weak high pitched voice and placing her hand over her stomach, but full of sarcasm) Ugh... you beat me, Allison. I was undefeated for six years and with one punch, you killed me... okay, Alley. Look, how about we walk back up there together and see your mother. You can tell me if you like the Christmas present I got her. (smiling) I'll let you beat me up.

Allison- After this, you don't ever come back.

Glory- I can't promise you I won't, but when I left, she wasn't doing so hot. We don't have to be friends, honey. We're the same age (25); we're both in our primes; you hate me and if I'm in my wrestling gear, I hate you too. But it's Christmas Eve... could we put it on hold for an hour.

Allison looks at Glory as the taller girl stands and spreads her legs out, pointing at her crotch.

Glory- How about you kick me there, and if you knock me down, I'll never come back. No one's ever knocked me down with a crotch shot. But no one had ever beaten me until you did it. Maybe you're the one. Here, I'll even close my eyes.

Allison stares at Glory as the taller girl takes off her glasses and closes her eyes, spreading her legs apart even wider and daring the undefeated number one ranked female fighter in the world to kick her full force to her crotch. But Alley only smiles and drives a hard right hand into Glory's stomach, right on the navel, forcing a loud "GUUUUUGH!!!" from Glory as she folds over easily, her eyes widen and Allison holds her in place and they stare into each other's eyes before Allison pulls her fist out and Glory drops to her knees.

Allison- See you upstairs. And after this, we don't talk unless we're signing a contract to fight again.

Glory- (breathlessly) Yeah... I think... we've got unfinished business.

A few days later around midnight, at the top of the Empire State Building...

Glory is nice and bundled up in a black jacket, a black Yankees pullover cap, some black jogging pants and black UGGs as she looks over at the woman she's meeting up here. It's snowing and she's not surprised to see that Rachel Apache is not as bundled up and is in a simple white sweater, white pants, and white boots. The 5'11" Persian with the extremely long black hair, midnight blue eyes, and the Wonder Woman figure looks at Glory and narrows her eyes.

Glory- You're not cold?

Rachel- I was born in Colorado. I don't get cold.

Glory- You? Cold? Nope, never happen.

Rachel- Your sarcasm is annoying.

Glory- You wanted to meet me up here, remember? So, oh great and wise Rachel, what have I done, an overrated former paper champion, as you so said of me, to deserve the honor of a meeting with you?

Rachel- I don't like you, Glory. I really do not like you at all. But, I have decided that I will defend my title against you. You have proven yourself to be a worthy adversary on the two occasions we've fought, therefore, I have deemed you worthy one more time. But this time, I am going to show you that you are overrated.

Glory- You just said I was worthy.

Rachel- Worthy compared to my other options. I have a match with Kayla coming up and you are facing Samantha in Manchester, England as I understand it. We get passed those minor obstacles and we will meet.

Glory- You know, Rachel... I really appreciate that. And I am the number one contender for your title and I really miss being World Champion... but... as much as I hate to say this... as much as I'm going to be kicking myself...

Rachel- You are wasting my time.

Glory- I think you should fight Allison Payne and let me have the winner.

Rachel's face turns a shade paler as Glory sighs.

Glory- I mean, I'll kick both your butts, but I think that she's the one you should fight now, not me.

Rachel- I don't know how to respond to that. But I find your rejection to be a personal insult. Age certainly hasn't brought you maturity, has it, Glory? Or you're afraid of me.

Glory- Rachel, that's the fight everyone wants to see. You're the only thing stopping it from happening. As much as I don't like Allison, she's the one you should fight right now. If you win, I'll kick your purple butt; if she wins, I'll kick her butt too. Now, I've got to get to my penthouse and get some hot chocolate. You're more than welcome to join me; it's not often I get to sit with royalty.

Rachel- Go to hell, Glory.

Glory- When you and I face each other, I'll be driving you there. You may have lost your fire, Rachel. And if you have, you better get it back soon. Happy Holidays.

Glory goes back inside while Rachel is left outside, looking at the beautiful never-ending city that never sleeps and pondering what Glory told her as the snowfall picks up.

OOOOoooohhhhh..... some very cool ground work laid there!!! I'm liking it! This seems like it's leading to some epic showdowns! more than one in fact! I'm liking the fact that everyone except Rachel seems to think she's ducking Allison (myself included!) Could it be? Has Rachel Appache lost her fire?

awesome work!

x G x

Rachel was enjoying her time in New Orleans, but she's being tested now. She has been in the city for three days in preparation for her match against Kayla. She sits at the table, looking down the extremely long line of fans who have come to meet her and get pictures and autographs, and even the children she meets are asking her about Allison Payne. Rachel feels like she could fill up the new Mile High Stadium in Denver with questions like "You're not really afraid of her, are you, Rachel?" or "When are you going to fight Allison Payne?" or "Christina Munoz said you got pregnant on purpose to pull out of the fight with Allison. Is that true?" or "I grew up watching you, Rachel; I know you have heart, so why not fight her. Please, we want to see that fight."

Sitting next to Rachel is her three year old daughter, Roselyn, who is coloring and smiling at the people she sees. Rachel didn't know if it was a good idea or not to bring her daughter to New Orleans for this event, but Rachel can't stand to be away from Roselyn for very long. Rachel is relaxing, even with the questions she's being asked; she's even smiling for pictures and as she places a bib around Roselyn's neck and mashes up some home made ravioli, she feels the heat of the flashbulbs popping from people taking pictures. Rachel doesn't like having her daughter in the spotlight like this; she keeps her family life very private, but it's time to eat. Rachel is dressed in a fluffy purple sweater and some black pants with soft black Minnetonka boots as her daughter interlocks some of Rachel's long wavy black hair in her fingers and looks at it, comparing it to her own long black hair and looking at her mother, who smiles warmly in response. A paper slides in from of Rachel with a blank line next to an x.

"For my granddaughter," the older, but fit brown skinned shaven headed man with thick sideburns despite his bald head and a twisted up moustache says. Rachel looks up at him, he's dressed in a brown sweater and matching sweatpants... but he's wearing combat boots and is holding a military style winter hat.

Rachel- I know you.

"When, Rachel, when?" the old man says in a haunting sort of tone, almost like he's warning Rachel of something. "You can answer that question by putting your autograph on the dotted line."

Rachel looks closer at the paper and sees what it is.

Rachel- (whispering) How dare you do this in front of my daughter.

"The contract is right in front of you, Rachel," the old man says, as Rachel now recognizes him as General Cutter, the hall of fame trainer who is known for his crazy techniques, crazy mannerisms, and great strategic mind, but is also known for being the trainer and adopted father of Allison Payne. Cutter started training Allison after she beat Alexia Paige, a student under his apprentice, fighting training wizard Steve Dunn.

Cutter- We believe that we can get the gate up to 100 million dollars and we are willing to split it 50-50 with you.

Rachel- (still whispering, but scooping up some food with the little spoon and feeding it to Roselyn) Get out of here.

Cutter- I had to come and visit you for myself, since this is Allison's hometown. We've been asking you for a fight for almost six years and you have found every way around fighting us. We're happy that you've come here and we're happy for all the charity work you and your organization has done here, but if you want to give New Orleans a Christmas present, give the city the gift of hosting a fight between Rachel Apache, the so-called greatest fighter of all time, and Allison Payne, the woman who is ranked number one in the world.

Cutter is speaking loudly, but politely enough that Rachel's young daughter doesn't know that an argument is taking place.

Rachel- You have some nerve... you have some nerve.

Cutter- I see your eyes are watering. You must be very angry; or are you crying? Just sign the contract, Rachel.

Rachel- You're lucky my daughter is here with me.

Cutter- Or else what? You'd beat up an old man, Rachel? In front of all these people? I'm sure beating up Allison Payne's trainer in her hometown because he handed you a fight contract would go over really well with all those people who think you are ducking Allison. Maybe I should call Kimberly Chaucer down here before you throw the first punch so that she can play the video on her show tonight.

Rachel- (eyes still watering and voice shaking) What do you want from me?

Cutter- I don't want anything from you. But Allison Payne wants to fight you. So, as her father, trainer, and promoter, it is my job to do what is in her best interest.

Rachel- And getting destroyed by me in a fight is in her best interest?

Cutter- If you really thought you could beat her, you would've fought her by now.

Rachel- You have my husband's number; you can give him a call and talk to him about this.

Cutter- Why do I need to talk to him if you are right here in front of me?

Rachel- Talk to my husband and leave me alone.

Cutter- I always thought you were supposed to be the symbol of female empowerment. I thought you are supposed to be the great, aggressive, independent woman who speaks her mind and wears the pants in her family. But you tell me that if I want to make the fight, I should talk to your husband? Has marriage made you a slave, Rachel?

Rachel- (standing up and taking the contract in her hands) Now you attack my marriage. You have insulted me in every interview; you have undermined my accomplishments and poisoned the minds of my followers with thoughts that I, who fought against terrorists and suicide bombers, who beat every fighter who has ever truly mattered in the sport, am somehow afraid of another woman; you have disrespected my legacy and questioned my heart with those ridiculous press releases, and now, you attack my marriage.

Cutter- And all you have to do to make that go away is sign the contract and agree to fight Allison Payne.

Rachel rips the contract up and tosses it in Cutter's face.

Rachel- You are not professional. The fight will never happen. And you can say whatever you want about me. You can say I am afraid; you can say I've lost my fighting spirit; you can say anything that will make you feel good about yourself and your fighter. But I will never fight her because I will not be forced to do anything and you will not come here and try to intimidate me into signing a fight contract at a charity function while I'm feeding my daughter.

Cutter- I guess you are a coward. Would you like some tissue for your tears for fears?

Rachel- Get out of here. I'm not going to tell you again.

Cutter collects the pieces of the contract off of the floor, then turns and faces the fans.

Cutter- Now hear this!! I am General Cutter, the trainer of Allison Payne, a child of New Orleans and the best fighter in the world today!!! I have asked Rachel Apache to sign a fight contract to give you fans what you want to see!!! But Rachel has said that the fight will never happen and has ripped the contract up, throwing it in my face!!!

Cutter turns to look back at Rachel, who is staring at him and looking as if someone just kicked her in the stomach.

Cutter- After you have this match with Kayla, I suggest you retire. I used to think you cared about your legacy, but it is clear that you are not the fighter I thought you were. You wouldn't last five minutes with Allison Payne. You aren't worth it.

Rachel's eyes widen and her mind races for a comeback as Cutter smiles and waves at little Roselyn, who smiles back. The old man leaves and Rachel scoops up her daughter, tells the aids that she needs a break, and heads to the back.

Jeeez!!!!! Sucks to be Rachel right now!!! but she's going to be SOOOO pissed! maybe it's Kayla I should feel sorry for? she has to fight her in three days! Ouch! lol

Some great tension there, I could feel my chest tightening! love it!

x G x

yeah... one thing about Rachel, when she's angry, she's a lot more focused, as the matches with Siena, Jasmine, and Marie showed. And yes, the plot to piss Rachel off is only just getting started  ;) In fact, that'll be going on after she fights Kayla...

Over on the west bank of New Orleans, just off the levee road in the basement of the house Queen Samantha spent her years from age 8-17 in, Samantha is under a full assault, absorbing a hard shot to her liver that buckles her in the corner and a hard right to her left side, but she tucks her chin low, crosses her arms and places her left elbow under the chin of her opponent, then fires off a quick right hand that snaps the black haired woman's head back and hears a deep "oof!" from the follow up left hook she digs to her opponent's deceptively soft stomach. The 5'9" 144 lb redheaded honey skinned aqua green eyed beautiful Samantha moves out of the corner; she's wearing a red jogging suit and has the heat turned up in the basement; she has on red head gear and is wearing red grappling gloves, but her opponent is in a black tank top and black spandex shorts, no headgear and full boxing gloves. Samantha is known for her constant trash-talking and is by far the biggest heel/bad guy in OPW, but what many of her opponents have realized when it's too late to do anything is that Samantha trains hard and trains with women who show her no mercy in order to back up the trash talk. She doesn't take any of her opponents lightly and with a match against Jonica coming up and a huge match against Glory in Manchester, England, where she will definitely be booed out of the building, Samantha is working harder than before.

Samantha catches a quick left hook that hits her jaw and staggers her, but measures her slightly shorter opponent before hitting her forehead with two quick jabs between her guard and a hard straight right hand to the pit of her stomach, forcing another "oof!" as Sam circles, she takes a leg kick, but fires one back, glancing over at the 5'3" 135 lb black haired, blue eyed Cuban, Katora, and then back at her opponent, the 5'7" 140 lb black haired blue eyed Christina Munoz. For the past two hours, Samantha has been going round after round with both of them and they have been mixing up their styles to give her different looks at have to face. The only thing Sam has to drink is water and she's vomited in her corner a few times from the beating she's taken to her stomach and ribs, but she's been giving some punishment back, especially with her dangerous right hand. She snaps Christina's head back with two lightening fast right hands to her face, then bends her with a straight right just above her navel. Christina raises her arms and makes a "come on" gesture, deliberately turtling up so that Samantha can throw some hard combinations at her.

Christina is a very explosive and dangerous fighter; her speed and power are matched by very few and she's very good at submissions as well as very tough. But she's training Samantha, and she has no problem letting Samantha beat on her a bit if it helps her. Christina is still the CEO of OPW and still the third ranked fighter in the world and still only has one loss on her record... to Allison Payne three years ago. Christina still fights; she'll be turning 27 soon, but she's very much involved in the training of her own stable of fighters and in the runnings of OPW, even if it means she has to come in contact with the woman she hates... her mother, Siena. Christina hits Sam's chin hard with a left hook; "Get your fucking chin down!" she fusses, "Don't think so much!"

Katora- Come on, Samantha. Nobody's going to go easy on you in here. It's hot; it's musty; you've got to focus, you know?

Christina nails Sam with a straight right to her solar plexus and when Sam's arms come down, Christina nails her with a straight right to her nose, then angrily pushes her.

Christina- What the fuck are you doing? (slapping Sam's face) Get your fucking guard up.

Christina slaps Sam again and the redhead fires a right hand that hits Christina's left eye, forcing out an "unnhh!" from the black haired woman, but Christina throws an overhand right at Sam, but she lifts her left arm and blocks it, firing off a hard right cross that turns Christina's head. Christina smiles and licks the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Christina- Oh, now you want to fight? Pissed you off, huh?

Samantha- Don't slap me.

Christina- Or else what? What are you gonna do about it, Sam?

Samantha- Look, you're good, okay? I can't fucking block every shot you throw; I'm not fucking perfect!! I've been training in this hot ass basement for two fucking hours and you won't even let me have more than a sip of water. Usually, we take breaks, but for some reason, we're not doing that today.

Christina- That's because we don't know much of anything about Jonica.

Katora- Yes, I sparred with her every day when I was on Team Jessika, but she didn't really show me much. She acted like she didn't know how to fight or like she had no confidence, but she's got a lot of potential. Those are the types of girls you've got to watch out for.

Christina- Yeah, you don't want to get your ass handed to you by some unknown. You're not Marie B.

Samantha- Yeah, but I'm not a robot either. I need a break.

Christina- No.

Samantha and Christina get in each other's faces and the usually super-talkative Samantha has nothing to say other than a mean look she gives her trainer/friend/alleged girlfriend. The 5'8" 140 lb Justine Credible with her long lemon blonde hair and hazel eyes, comes down the stairs with a cooler.

Christina- What is it?

Justine- Beer here!! I got some hot wings too.

Katora- What happened to the enchiladas I made?

Christina- And the taco salad I made?

Justine- We ate them. I know I'm a fit girl, but I've got an appetite.

Christina- Bitch.

Justine- She's not here. But yeah, Vicky and I ate them all and they were good; they weren't just the best, they were just incredible and now, they're in Justine Credible heh heh. But can you blame me? Hell, this hot rod jet engine I got needs all the fuel it can get. So I went and got some wings for you guys. Plus, there's something on television I think we should take a look at.

Christina- It better not be some bullshit, Justine. If I have to sit through one more episode of "Ghost Hunters" with you, I'm gonna make you a ghost.

Samantha- Where's Vicky (aka Vixxxen, the third member of the IQ's and Justine's girlfriend)?

Justine- In the guest room masturbating.

Christina shakes her head from side to side while Katora smiles and laughs to herself.

The go upstairs to one of Samantha's living rooms and look at the huge wall plasma television.

"In other news, the kids at Meadowcrest Hospital got a surprise today when New Orleans native Allison Payne was on hand to sign autographs and give out toys as part of the Champions for Children Toys For Tots drive, and Allison herself may have also gotten a surprise when an unexpected visitor arrived. We know that Allison is currently training for a fight with "The Cure" Katora Sanchez , but is continuing her year round fitness camp for children and adults as part of the campaign to end obesity. But look what happens here...

(Glory appears in a shot with a smiling Allison, who is giving a girl in a wheelchair a Gameboy Advanced. Allison's face turns to anger as Glory puts her arm around Alley's shoulder and "What the hell are you doing here, Glory?" can be read from Allison's lips, while "I went to your gym to find you, like you said I should do if I wanted to find you, but you weren't there. Misty Storm told me you were here, so I decided to show up" can be heard from Glory over the air. Glory speaks to the kids, "Allison Payne and I have put our differences aside to help with this toy drive and since I am a 5 time OPW World Champion, I am going to donate 5 million dollars to Toys For Tots." Glory smiles widely at Allison, who is sneering with her eyes and has a grin on her face as she reluctantly takes photos with her rival.)

Setting shifts to Charity Hospital as Glory turns and whispers in Allison's ear.

Glory- I did you a favor, but I don't know if it's going to get you anywhere.

Allison- What are you talking about? Why are you here, stalker?

Glory- Rachel and I had a meeting on top of the Empire State Building. She offered me a fight with her... but I turned it down.

Allison- Your loss. What the hell does that have to do with me? I told you I don't like you; we're not friends; I'm here doing this for the kids and here you come.

Glory- There you go not listening to me. I told her to fight you and let me have the winner, but she didn't seem interested.

Allison- What a surprise.

Glory- You don't have to thank me either.

Allison- You didn't do anything but make yourself look stupid. You should've taken the fight. At least I know you'll fight me... and lose.

Glory- I don't think I will next time, honey. I think I've found your weakness.

Allison- That's funny; I didn't know I had one.

Glory- I'm beating you with kindness. You really don't know what to do with me when I'm nice to you. I'm actually a nice person and we have a lot in common, but--

Allison- Don't worry; when I see you with a Mohawk, I'm coming at you. But on another note, I can't wait for you to take you big crazy self back to New York. Next time you show up at my gym, bring your gear; we'll go a few rounds.

Glory- I don't think I will, Alley. I wouldn't want to break a nail, haha.

Meanwhile... Rachel is in her suite, watching the news and talking to her husband via webcam. Her daughter is sleeping on the bed and Rachel is very upset, but trying not to talk to loudly.

Rachel... with Glory, at a toy drive. Those two are working together; they're ganging up on me.

Angelo- Calm down, sweetheart. When I get into town, I promise, I'll give you a nice rub down and--

Rachel- This isn't funny, Angelo. I do not see the need for levity here.

Angelo- I'm not joking, sweetheart; I am going to give you a rub down.

Rachel- Her trainer came to my signing and taunted me in front of Roselyn.

Angelo- I know; it's all over the news. But you can't let that make you lose focus on Kayla. You know she's going to come into this in good shape and with a chip on her shoulder because you two have been egging each other on for five years. Don't look passed her; get focused.

Rachel- It's... (sighing and sounding legitimately sad) it's so hard. I thought I was ready for this, but since Roselyn is here and everyone has been asking me if I'm ducking this girl... I just don't know if any of it is worth it. What you're saying is starting to hold true. Maybe it is time to walk away.

Angelo- Are you sure that's what you want to do?

Rachel- No.

Angelo- Then what is it that you want?

Rachel- I want to be able to...

Angelo- Are you really afraid of her, Rachel? Just answer that question. Are you really afraid of her.

Rachel-...................... Yes.

Angelo- Why?

Rachel- Because I don't know anything about her. She's so thickly layered; everything I know about her has to do with who she's beaten. She doesn't do too much to show a pattern or style; she's not impressive or flashy; she's not anything of interest to me... all she does is win.

Angelo- And that scares you?

Rachel- They know something, Angelo. They keep asking for a fight with me; they know something about me; they see some flaw and I don't know what it could be. Her trainer was so confident when he confronted me; no one has ever been that confident.

Angelo- Maybe it was stupidity.

Rachel- That man is a legend and a genius when it comes to fight strategy. He knows that I become more focused when I'm angry, yet he and his team have been deliberately created situations to make me angry. And I can't figure out why... they know something; I'm telling you; they have a plan. And because I hardly know anything about her mental make-up, and watching all of her fights have given me no ideas because her opponents have varied and she's shown nothing in the way of limitations... even as flawed a fighting style as hers is... I can't figure her out. I just can't figure her out, but they've got me figured out and I don't know what to do. I feel like I've lost.

Angelo- I've never heard you sound like this. Not even after you lost to Jasmine--

Rachel- Please don't bring that up.

Angelo- I don't want you to get hurt; I couldn't live with that, not only as your trainer, but as your husband, as your friend.

Rachel- She's already beaten me, Angelo. She's beating me every day with every taunt, every press release, every fan or reporter who asks me if I'm ducking her. What does she know about me?

Angelo- I don't know, but I'll tell you this. I know that if you focus, you can beat anybody, especially her. Let me worry about the strategy, but whether or not you choose to fight her is up to you. If your head isn't in it, don't do it.

Rachel- (starting to cry) I need you here. It's too much... I just can't deal with this alone. If you were here, he wouldn't have come up to me and did that. He brought that mess right to me, in front of my baby. I'm so upset right now. If that room was empty, I would've... I would've... (whispering) I would've beaten the shit out of him.

Angelo- I can see how upset you are; that's only the third time I've ever heard you curse and I've known you all my life. Just watching some television and kiss my daughter for me. I'll be in tomorrow.

Rachel- They're forgetting all about me, Angelo. They think I'm a coward; my legacy is being undermined and I have no control over any of it.

Angelo- Then, if you're serious about fighting, and you don't sound like you are, but if you're serious about your legacy, then we'll make them all remember how great you are. But only if you want to. It's not going to be easy either. But if you really want to do this, I won't stand in your way anymore. If you don't, come home. Otherwise, make a list.

Back at Samantha's house, Christina Munoz's cell phone rings...

Christina- Hello... this is she... what?... oh really? Well, tell your wife that I said I'm going to beat the shit out of her and fuck her right in the middle of that cage.

Samantha- What the hell was that about?

Christina- That was Angelo Thunderhawk, Rachel Fucking Apache's husband.

Samantha- And?

Christina- She wants to fight me at the Ultimate Catfighter finale in a cage fight.

Samantha- Is she crazy? You're a cage fighter... you've beaten her twice outside of the ring. Rachel must be getting punch drunk.

Christina- Anything to avoid fighting Allison. Well, she's never going to fight Allison; at least that's what she said. And now that she's going to fight me after Kayla, who won't be easy either... Rachel Apache's career will end in that cage. I'm gonna taste her pussy and beat that stomach til it's as purple as her stupid outfit. In fact, I may not even wait until then. Let's go back to the basement... I need to hit something.

Samantha- Gulp!

Fighting is all I know. That's why she's not going easy on me. Misty's killer right hand slams on my stomach, hurting me with an "Ulf!!" and bending me as I look at her and back up. But I know Misty; she's coming right on it with a hard left hook to my side, another hard right hand that scrapes my ribs and locking on a muay thai clinch, driving a knee into my weakening stomach, "OUGH!!" My eyes close and I stand straight up, though I feel my legs buckling; she wings a left hook right cross to either side of my head as I raise my arms, and bends me with another right hand to my navel, "UGGHHH!!!" Almost... we make eye contact and I see the determination in her face. She's giving it her all and she's not going to let up. She knows how dangerous I am, but that doesn't matter to her.

This is what I like about Misty Storm; she's never going to go easy on me, even if she knows I'm coming off the flu and thinking about my little brother, who just got released from a juvenile detention center. I told him to call me when he got out; I told him he could stay at my house and get a job at the gym. I've been supporting him ever since I found out he existed a few years ago. I don't know of any other biological family, other than my mother, and we won't be having any deep conversations any time soon. She's in rehab and is so drugged up and loopy, she may have forgotten who I am. But my little brother Tavaris, in and out of juvenile centers, just like I was when I was his age. Didn't know who he was until Hurricane Katrina when I went to Houston to volunteer and visit those people living at the Astrodome. I'm so worried about him; he pled to a lesser sentence and gave up some of his friends. That's frowned upon by gangs and I saw him on Christmas, and I haven't seen him since. 

Misty takes her time, but to the naked eye, she's moving very fast. Jab to my navel, right hand over the top that I block, left hook finds my liver, leg kick that I block. I pull her leg forward and she falls, but before I can lean over her, she throws a kick up at my head from flat on her back, then rolls to her feet. It's time now and she knows it. This is a part of my training. Cutter said in this sparring match, Misty has to throw at least ten punches or kicks before I can strike back. She hits me with a straight left straight right to my raised arms then nails me again in the stomach "OUGH!!" I'm trying to breathe and she knows it. She comes in for another right to my stomach and I fire a left hook to hers... I hear her go "Uhhhh... uh...uh...uh" and I see the panicked look on her face; she's hurt, but I'm hurt too. So what? I fire the right hand to her nose, her eyes roll back, she staggers and goes down. I get on her and try for full mount and I get it easily. I use my thighs to pin her waist between my knees and she pulls me down on top of her, looking for an arm triangle or just to hold me in place. I'm able to power out of her grip, hook my left arm under her left arm, turning her face to its right and covering her mouth, then use my right hand to hit her left side. She's got my right left between her legs, but I can hear her moaning with every shot I land, and I really start picking it up, trying not to re-break her ribs, but to give her some passion marks. She tries to get to her stomach, and I shift so that she can; I bend her left arm behind her back in a hammerlock, power my legs underneath her for the body scissors, then use my right hand to hit the sides of her face. I know I've got her; she knows I've got her. But this is sparring, so I roll off of her, get on my back; she takes the mount and we start grappling.

"Time!" Corporal DeSade yells, and Misty gets up and pulls me to my feet. I go to the cooler, get two bottles of water and toss one to Misty. DeSade is like a taskmaster for us... he was a fighter years ago in death matches over in Iran; in fact, one of the wrestlers he trained is Elizabeth Said (pronounced "sigh"-eed) and she wrestles in OPW under the name "Death." I don't know what his real first name is, but he claims it's Cardiac. They said he was so good, he would give his opponents heart attacks and that's how he got the name. But I've seen him with his wife and kids; the guy's a big softy just like the rest of the male trainers here. But he's an asshole during camp for all of us. No matter how many times I do something, he'll tell me something to put me down. He'll remind me that I'm an orphan from the projects; he'll say I'm still a nobody. He does that to all of us because every girl who walks in here has a chip on her shoulder, but like Cutter says, you gotta eat that chip and let it burn inside of you, until you become as hard as that chip and then, nothing can break you.

Misty- (smiling) Every time I spar with you, you just hit me harder and harder.

Me- Did I really hurt you, Misty? I'm sorry.

Misty- Just a little... lighten up, Alley. It wouldn't be sparring if we didn't feel it after.

Misty "The Perfect" Storm is my friend, but it wasn't always like that. When I first met her, just like with DeSade, I thought she was an arrogant bitch. I thought she had a padded record of no name opponents and two victories over a very green Samantha, long before she became Queen Samantha, and Misty thought I was overrated. We took our differences into the ring one night and we worked it out. When you fight somebody and she hits you and you know she hurt you, you have to respect her to an extent. We respect each other. Misty is 5'7" 130 lbs with curly black hair and blue eyes and she's got a father who's both African and Native American and a mother who's Mexican. She's out of Chico, California, a town that's known for putting out a lot of female fighters and legitimately tough girls, like Christina Munoz, but Misty's got a nobility about her. She did a lot of training with Siena Blaze and worked on toning up Marie B's submission skills before she came over and started working with us. She's recovering from a bunch of injuries, and I'm helping her get back to the sharp undefeated knife that she is while she's helping me get ready for my next couple of fights.

Misty- I'm Misty Storm and my job is to kick Allison Payne's ass every day, haha. I love fighting and I love working with great fighters. The team here is so professional and we're really getting everybody in shape and trying to get some good energy going. It's a great experience.

Q: What do you think of Allison's opponent?

Misty- Katora is... exactly the kind of opponent Allison does well against, but Alley does well against anybody she fights. Katora rushes in, throws a lot of punches and kicks; she has no ground game, but she's got a solid guard. But behind that guard is a nice soft body. Allison isn't going to have to look for her and Allison is going to either knock her out or submit her.

Misty fought Katora on the Ultimate Catfighter show and Misty got the decision, despite breaking her arm, and Katora breaking Misty's nose, and ribs. I'm not taking Katora lightly because I don't take anyone lightly I get into the cage with.

(Interview with Katora who is 5'3" 135 lbs with long curly black hair, blue eyes, and is from Cuba- You know, no one is giving me much of a chance, and that's fine. I've been an underdog my whole life, you know? I came over here on a boat from Cuba; I kick boxed and fought in muay thai all over the world; I have martial arts dojos in New Orleans and in Miami and I am a black belt in five different disciplines. I think people look at me and see that I'm 5'3" and I'm kinda curvy and they think "oh, she can't fight," but anyone who's seen me fight knows otherwise.)

I've definitely seen Katora fight. I'm very impressed with her and I see how Samantha has improved her own fighting ability by sparring with Katora every other day. I don't worry about trying to figure my opponents out; I have trainers for that. I worry about executing the game plan they give me, and if something changes in the ring, then I do what's natural, but rarely has that happened.

(Interview with Katora- It's gonna be a war, man. No disrespect to Allison Payne, but I'm not going in there to kiss her ass. If people think she's gonna hit me a couple of times and I'm gonna drop, they're in for a surprise. Every time I fight, my pride, my life, it's on the line, man. So, I give it my all and I have 27 wins and 25 knockouts to show that. The only loss on my record wasn't even a loss, but if the judges wanted to give Misty that fight... whatever. I'm over it.)

I'm jogging through the lower 9th ward... still so much damage from Hurricane Katrina here; some of the houses are still turned upside down, I mean literally turned upside down. They've got all kinds of stray dogs and cats running around and the gangs are back and the crime is horrible. I've got on a gray jogging suit and sneakers and a gray pullover cap and I'm listening to a compilation of insults that the fighters I've fought in the past and fighters I've challenged who didn't accept have to say about me. After I beat them, they always change their tone... well, most of them do. I've always felt like the world has been against me from the moment my mother told me that I was worthless, that I was a mistake, that she didn't want me. My mother was the victim of a rape by a White Supremacist and that's how she got pregnant with me. She didn't even know she was pregnant until four months in. She wound up having me prematurely and I weighed two pounds, two ounces. After that, she tried to commit suicide.

(Allison is at a rape victims' clinic, talking to a room full of women) "I had to spend part of my childhood in crack houses in the same neighborhoods in the 9 that I jog through; I saw all kinds of stuff and because I was a light skinned girl... by the time I got old enough to walk, I was getting hit. I had my worst beating from my mom when she caught me trying to inject a needle between my toes... I was just doing what I saw her do. The kids I met during that time are all dead now. All of them. So, she just told me that if it wasn't for me, she'd have a normal life. She was selling drugs and selling herself to support me. So, she just left me in the park one day alone... and the next time I really saw her, I was 16. I had been in foster homes and every school they put me in was hell. They told me I had a learning disability, but I learned that every man and woman I ran across who ever told me I was beautiful tried to fuck me or beat me up."

(One woman asks Allison how she got started fighting)

Y'all want to know when my career started? It started on the street, but you know, they said I had a learning disability, but I was watching OPW and UFC and PRIDE when I could. I was learning those moves. They had these guys who would come and watch, White guys and they came up to me and told me I should fight for a living. I actually almost choked one of them out because I thought they were going to try and rape me. But I had to pay to fight and that's how I got my start. I just had a lot of anger and I didn't mind forking over some money, especially when it was so easy to steal it. Everybody around me was a drug addict except me; taking that money didn't make me feel bad because I knew what it would otherwise be used for. The world will make you if you let it. But you have to make you, make yourself stronger and better because when you're fighting, you know it can't get any worse than where you've already been. But to fight or do anything in life, you gotta have that inner strength. You can't let your bad experiences destroy you."

The girls and boys I would fight, they didn't know how to put on an armbar or a rear naked choke. When I was in juvenile detention centers, I'd read about all that stuff. They had books on yoga...

Q: You do yoga? Allison Payne does yoga?

(smiling) Yes, I do yoga. I chant too. But I would watch OPW wrestling and I'd watch Rachel Apache and Lady Jasmine and Siena Blaze and Riptor... I'd watch their techniques and their moves because you've got people who try to do that stuff and they don't know how. I wanted to learn how to do it right. I'd watch the UFC and Royce and Renzo Gracie, Ken and Frank Shamrock, Mark Coleman, Dan Severn, Vitor Belfort, I'd watch all that stuff and I'd be spending more and more time in the library. And it kept me away from the rapists and druggies. When I came home, nobody gave a damn; see, being in a foster home... sometimes, you get in a good one, but for me, they just put me with more abusive people. I'd jog to the library; I'd go to one of the underground clubs where I had to pay to fight, go in there, and I'd fight using my submissions only. I wasn't a puncher at first; I was a submissions fighter. I learned by watching professionals on television, but the girls I was fighting weren't professionals. I felt like making them quit was better than knocking them out or really injuring them. I remember hearing Lady Jasmine say something like that. I never wanted to really hurt anyone.

I remember, I fought this White girl named Jane Bowen, and they said she was Arian Nation and she grabbed me and started punching me in the stomach and she was using all kinds of racial slurs and just really pounding my stomach. I remember reading about Jack Johnson and how he fought this White boxer who had been ducking him and Jack Johnson would stand there and let himself get hit in the stomach because they're was some rumor about Black people being weak to the stomach. That's what I was thinking about while she was throwing me all over the cage. I had a cut above and below my left eye and my ribs were bruised up. And then, I realized how low she was carrying her arms, and that she was getting tired. I threw a right hand and it busted her eardrum. I threw a left hook that hit her in the stomach, she threw up blood. I threw a head kick that hit her on the right side of her face and her cheekbone and nose all went into her face like I had pounded out a wrinkle. She went down and they didn't stop it until she was all busted up. I thought I had killed her; I honestly did... it was a weird feeling to look at my hands and see them covered in blood because before, I was fighting because of the practice, but that's when I realized where my anger could take me. That's when I realized how hard I could hit. I had to become a more complete fighter, so I joined a boxing club and I'd go to night clubs and deliberately start fights with the bitchiest people there just to practice my boxing. A lot of those fights lasted as long as I allowed them because I was trying to do a punch or kick just right. I had weapons pulled on me; I disarmed them and hit them even harder. I can honestly say that I've never lost a fight in the street, in the ring, or in the cage. A lot of girls and guys got their shots in, but I never felt like anybody beat me when it was over.

Who was your favorite fighter?

Rachel Apache. When I was watching her on television, I saw the confidence and the never-ending black hair and the way she carried herself. She was just unbelievable and a winner in every sense of the world. When I think of a strong woman, Rachel Apache is who I think of because she's says she's the best and then, she proves it. A lot of the girls I know who watched fighting loved Rachel because she was like an escape... a real life superhero who told us through her victories over men and really great female fighters that we could rise from the ghetto, rise from abuse, rise from addiction, and be something classy and something... (eyes tearing up) just be something. When she beat Siena, that was it for me... I was ten and I got to watch that match and it was that Siena had never lost and she always found a way to win and Rachel beat her by reversing her own finishing move on her. It was the greatest high for me to see someone who wasn't corrupt inside win for a change. No offense to Siena, I love her too, and she did a lot for me just by fighting me, but Rachel was the purest thing in the business; she just won. And I always remember that because as I've gone through my career I've concentrated on winning, not abusing my mind or my body. My mother and so many other people said I wasn't going to be anything; I got offered drugs to use; I could've been a prostitute; I could have six kids or be dead right now. But I'm not because after I saw that match, I was gonna live differently. It doesn't mean that I didn't sway from time to time, but once I got serious about fighting to make money and kicked those boys to the curb, I cut all that stuff out and just tried to live honest. I got that from Rachel Apache.

Q: So, could we say that Rachel indirectly created you?

If you want to. I would say that I created me, but I used Rachel's example as a guide because she was what I was trying to live up to. She doesn't know how many lives she saved just by being who she is. Christina Munoz and I used to talk bout that all the time when we trained together. And I knew I couldn't be Rachel, but I knew that if I thought I could, I might be able to get out of the ghetto and be something. Now, I'm the number one ranked fighter in the world; I've beaten a bunch of current and future hall of famers and I'm still undefeated. Rachel won't fight me.

Q: If you love her so much and she's inspired you as much as she has, why do you want to fight her so badly?

Because no matter what I do in this sport, every great fighter in our universe will be compared to Rachel Apache because she is considered the best that ever fought. At first, I wanted to make a big payday with her, but now, it's about facing everything that I've tried to be.

Q: But it's come out that Rachel isn't as perfect as she's put on. She was dumped Angelo Thunderhawk after they got engaged, then they got married. She hasn't always played the good guy and she's expressed a bitterness towards some of the current stars, Glory in particular, and she's lost her cool several times during interviews and during her matches.

That doesn't matter. And I can't knock her for putting down Glory; I do that all the time. She's human; she makes mistakes, but when she's focused, she's the best and in my weird way, I feel like the best way I can pay her back is to face her.

Q: Not to mention, her biggest imperfection may be that so many people think she's ducking you. The last time you two were supposed to fight, she turned out to be pregnant days before the fight.

I... I don't know what to say about all that. The woman is my hero; I'd hate to think that she's avoiding a fight with me, but that's something you'd have to ask her. That's why, as many times as we've been in the same place at the same time, I've never gone up to her and asked her for a fight or why she won't respond to my challenges. That's how much I respect her. I let my team handle that stuff and I go out there and fight whoever is in front of me.

Q: You and your trainer, General Cutter, have a really special bond, don't you?

He... (starting to cry) he claimed me as his daughter about two years after we started working together. I was 23, but he still took me as his own. He's got me reading so many books; I'm on Karl Marx's Communist Manifesto and I just finished Machiavelli's The Prince. I'm learning about the vicious nature that some people take in this world and Marx is saying that a perfect society is one without classes, where people only get what they need. He doesn't control me and he knows that I'm not going to be fighting for much longer because I never intended to. But I love that man; he comes up with some crazy training techniques and at first, the books he had me reading were hard to get through, but I understand how reading about all those different theories can help better me as a fighter and as a person. Believe me, he quizzes me on that stuff hahaha. Captain Steve Dunn is an offensive genius; his punching, kicking and grappling drills are great and though I really hated Alexia Paige before we fought, I love her as a sparring partner and a part of my team. Shakena Sexy is with us and she's a down to earth sweet girl, who's got a great nice loving way about her... but she's a little naïve. We've got a new girl named Tasha (from my story "No Parking On the Dance Floor") who's got a lot of potential and we're getting her endurance and fitness in better order because she's got a lot of natural skill. We get new girls and guys coming into the gym on an hourly basis, but we hired some new people, most of them folks we already know, to help us out. Siena let Misty come over and give us a hand, but Misty and I make no bones about us fighting each other some day. I...

General Cutter (Allison's father via adoption, and the head trainer at Cutter's Camp/Team Payne)- I need to speak with you Alley.

(From a distance, we can see Cutter telling Allison something and Allison putting her face into her hands as Cutter hugs her. Allison's crying is very loud and the door to Cutter's office closes. After about twenty minutes, Allison rejoins us, wearing her gear)

Q: May we ask what that was about?

They found my brother... they found him in a bag in some grass near the Industrial Canal. It hasn't fully sunk in yet. I'm the only able family he has........ I have to go identify his body today. He said he was going to call me........

Q: I'm sorry to hear that...

It hasn't sunken in yet; I'm still sitting here looking at my phone and waiting for him to call and let me know where he is.

(Everyone in the gym, including Shakena, Tasha, and Misty, with DeSade, Dunn, and Cutter, all hug Allison at once, the hug is a huddle of love and many tears are shed.)

Cutter- We'll all go with you, Allison. We're here.

Misty- If you need anything from me, you know I'm here.

Allison- Just don't go easy on me.

(Allison and Misty spar hard and while I never got to ask her how she got the nickname "The Nightmare" or what other weird techniques Cutter uses or why the men on her team all have military ranks as nicknames, I have a much better understanding of who she is. This is Brett Mathern, signing off.)

Some fantastic insights here!!! I'm starting to get a real grip on Allison Payne now and Rachel... I loved what you did there!!! Thanks also for plugging the Samantha Jonica fight for me! hehe!

You're knocking out a hell of a lot of work honey, but what's impressing me the most is the consistant high quality and attention to detail and character!

loving it!

x G x

I'll do you one better, Gemma. Thanks for the kind words!! Happy New Year!!

Coming Soon: OPW card in New Orleans, Louisiana

Gemma Rox vs Sage

Jonica vs Queen Samantha

OPW World Title Match
Kayla (challenger) vs Rachel Apache (champion)

This post takes place after "Louisiana Slamma" written by the outstandingly brilliant Gemma Rox and the Ultimate Catfighter Finale... OPW show in Dallas, Texas...

"Let the Good Times Roll" by the Cars plays, and out come the 5'9" 144 lb wavy red haired, aqua green eyed honey skinned Samantha, the 5'9" 140 lb redhaired hazel eyed Vixxxen, with her large breasts and large butt shaking, and the 5'8" 140 lb lemon blonde haired, hazel eyed Justine Credible as the crowd boos heavily. Sam is dressed in a black tank top and shiny black bell bottoms, with red, white, and black fire designs on both the tank top and the pants. She's wearing red boots that are extremely shiny and she enters the ring and takes the microphone. Vixxxen has on a red and purple all in one with matching boots with xxx on both her crotch and right above her butt. And Justine is wearing an all in one with different shades of blue snakes all blending to make the outfit and she's wearing gold boots. All three IQ's hold microphones as the crowd continues to boo them.

Justine- Dallas, Texas... IQ's in the motherfuckin' housssssssse!!!!! (crowd boos) That's right; that's right... go ahead and boo the greatest stable in the history of female wrestling! Go ahead and boo because you fat ass, bitch ass, lame ass Texas barbeque snorting losers will never be as good as we are! (crowd continues to boo, starts chanting "Just Lick Anus" with five claps between) Yeah... we must be in Dallas; only in a shitty narcissistic town of inbreeding freaks would a bunch of incest-produced jackasses like you chant something like that at me. But you know, Vixxxen and I are out here for moral support, to our great friend, our sister in Infinite Queendom... Samantha!! (boos from the crowd, various middle fingers being raised as Samantha steps forward)

Samantha- You people need to seriously sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up; the Queen is here (chants of "You Suck Dick" and "Queen of Sluts" from the crowd). First of all, I have something I need to do that will surprise you guys. I'm going to apologize. When we were in New Orleans, I referred to Jonica as being a "honk." Now, I didn't expect Jonica to interrupt me with her little horn trick. So, in the heat of the moment, I was at a lost for words and I called her something that with one more syllable on the end, would be a racial slur against White people. Nobody picked up on that and nobody noticed, but I did because I'm a woman who owns up to her mistakes. It was not my intention to call her that and I was not making a racial insult against her, so I want to apologize to Jonica, to OPW, and yes, to you, the fans. See, that's what you do when you do something wrong... you apologize for it. I sincerely am sorry.

(crowd applauds, but a chant starts of "YOU SUCK DICK")

Samantha- You know, this is symbolic of my career... all I do is take it from you people. I've been taking it from you people for so long now, and you know what? I'm fucking tired of it. You want to know why I act the way I act? Look at my situation. Nobody in this fucking company has gotten it worse than I have. Marie B. (crowd cheers) with her lying, two-faced bitch ass, throwing her friends under the bus and then playing her "little innocent blonde haired blue eyed girl" card, stripped me naked and rolled me down a fucking hill (crowd cheers). Then when I kicked her ass the next time we fought, she downplayed it and said she wasn't at her best. Now, the bitch won't even say me name... but that's who you love soooo fucking much. There's this girl who's from Australia and lives in Chicago; she jumped in the ring and attacked me a few years ago, then promised me a fight and kept on promising me... and it NEVER fucking happened. But you love her too, don't you? I've been trying to take her on, like she always says, but she's not interested in fighting me, so I just left it alone. Then, Madame Sin hit me in the lip with a fucking whip. I was supposed to fight her, but I dislocated my shoulder. I had everyone calling me a coward and calling me a wimp and all this other shit when I was out with a legitimate injury. But I got promised a fight with this British girl from a tag team. I wrestled her in a six woman tag match right here in this fucking shitty ass city. But then, I pissed off her manager with one of our promos and he said it would be another two months before we fight, and then, he didn't deliver. I had to come find him to find out what his problem was after we told him that if he ever had a problem with someone I said, to let us know and he would've gotten an apology just like I gave to Jonica. And the fight with his protégé NEVER happened.

Justine- It's okay, Sam; you're still the Queen.

Vixxxen- Yeah; when I get upset, I just think of a giant wave of pussies and penises crashing down on me to the tune of The Fifth Dimension's "Let the Sun Shine In." You're the Queen, and you always get what you want. I know what I want... I want an orgy.

Samantha- And that's another thing... all these fake ass bitches take issue with me calling myself the Queen. Well guess what? I won Queen of the Ring in 2007 and that makes me a fucking Queen, so fuck you!!! I won the OPW World title and no fucking body handed it to me and I didn't half to talk my way to a title shot; I won the right to have one and when I won it, it was well within the rules. Marie said I'd be the first person to talk my way to a title shot; no, you little bitch, that would be your friend who you dropped the belt to because you're too scared to lose to her (Samantha winks into the camera). And now, Jonica tries to hit me with a fucking banjo in a match where I didn't do one dirty thing and I got booed out of the building when I took it from her and hit her with it. That's bullshit!! Every fan I meet, every interviewer I run into is asking me why I hit Jonica with the banjo that she put under the fucking ring!!! When I show up at the Ultimate Catfighter finale, Gemma Rox curses me out!! (crowd cheers, shouts "WE LOVE GEMMA") When Katora asked me to help Gemma train for her fight with Dawn, I didn't think about it... I did it for my friend. And that's what I get... the bitch attacks me and her Tweetie Bird looking home wrecking bitch friend with her baby teeth tries to hit me with a fucking banjo... and it's my fault? Of course I went to Dawn and offered her protection. What Gemma, are you gonna tell me you would've taken it from me if I offered it to you? And for once, Kayla and I agree on something... you made a fucking fool of yourself in that acceptance speech. I'm glad you're so obsessed with me and obsessed with all the people who kicked your ass, because believe me baby, you and I are gonna get up close and personal sooner or later. Fuck you, Gemma... and I heard you ain't that good too.

(crowd chants "FUCK ME GEMMA; FUCK YOU SAM")

Vixxxen- Oooh, can I watch?

Samantha- Tell me; what the fuck have I done that's so wrong? I just accept that you fucking phony ass fake ass fans are going to hate me, no matter what I do. I come out here and get spit on; I get shit thrown at me when I'm leaving the arena; I get death threats on my pages and on my voicemails. And the thing I don't get is how anyone can call me a coward. I'm the most avoided fighter on the planet!!! I fought Allison Payne TWICE!! Rachel the oh so great Rachel fucking Apache hasn't done it once. How much of a coward am I if I'm going to Manchester, England, where I know they're going to hate me from the moment I step off the fucking plane, to fight Glory? I will fight ANYBODY (crowd chants "Fight Me")... believe me, after everything you fuckers have put me through, I would love to. But then, I remember that I'm already fighting you. You're my biggest opponents; you're what motivates me to be my best. Because when I axe kick a bitch, or when I hit Jonica with that Sexyplex off the top rope, I was hitting each and every one of you with it too. That's when I tell myself that---

"Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden plays, and out comes the 5'10" 150 lb, bluish black haired blue eyed tattooed Aztec, daughter of legendary wrestler Riptor, and former member of the IQ's, and the 2010 Queen of the Ring, Jolene Rictor. Vixxxen, Samantha, and Justine look at one another as Jolene has her kendo stick, reminiscent of her father, and gets a microphone, getting in the ring.

Justine- What's up, Jo Jo?

Jolene- You know Samantha, you come out her and you run your mouth about how disrespected you are. You talk about this and that and I just wish you'd just shut the fuck up!!! The reason why people hate you is because you want them to. You created this Queen persona and you run around here trashing everybody and then you get mad when people take extra cracks at you!!

Samantha moves closer to Jolene as Jolene stares at her former friend with rage in her eyes.

Samantha- Jolene, I wasn't finished fucking talking.

Jolene- You fuck when you talk, Sam?

Samantha- Do you fuck at all? How's the mechanic you were dating?

Justine- Ladies, ladies, ladies, lets just all calm down here. We were teammates, Jo. We were ride or die all the way; you let that little Marie Bitch turn you against us. Jo, why don't you just come on home, huh? I know you miss us; that's why you're out here.

Jolene- I'm out here because I want my name.

Justine- What name?

Jolene- Samantha, you talk about being disrespected. Well, the biggest disrespect is you calling yourself the Queen when you won that tournament almost four years ago. I'm the current Queen of the Ring until this year's tournament and if you can't find a better gimmick, that's too fucking bad.

Samantha- I'm the Queen, for life, bitch.

Jolene- Okay, fair enough... so... you said you'd fight anybody. Let's fight right now. Because I'm the Queen, bitch!

Samantha- If you want a free ass-kicking, I'll give you one. After all, when I won the tournament, I beat you in the semifinals. Referee, get your ass down here; we're about to have a match!!! (crowd cheers)

Siena Blaze's face appears on the big screen to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Siena is smiling.

Siena- Hello, Dallas... how the fuck are ya? (crowd cheers) Let me make this short. Once Justine and Vixxxen take their asses to the back, because they are banned from ringside, ring the fucking bell. A ref will be out shortly.

Samantha and Justine look at each other and Jolene nails Samantha with a hard right hand to her jaw, dropping her on her back as Justine and Vixxxen reluctantly leave. Jolene mounts Sam and starts hammering her with fast right hands to her face, stands, bounces off the ropes, but misses on the elbow drop as Samantha kicks herself to her feet, bounces off the ropes, but misses on a dropkick to Jolene's face as she stands up. Jolene grabs Sam's legs and stomps hard on her stomach, forcing a loud "OUGH!!" from Sam as she covers her stomach. Jolene stomps on Sam's face and after two stomps to Sam's right leg, Sam rolls to her stomach and Jolene sits on Sam's back, putting her in a single leg crab and bending that right leg back, but Sam gets to the ropes. The ref is not out yet and Jolene continues to bend that leg back, tormenting her former friend. Finally, Jolene releases the hold as a ref arrives, but the Aztec tattooed babe stomps hard on Samantha's right kidney and Samantha cries out in pain as Jolene pulls her up and away from the ropes, then wraps her arms around the redhead's waist and throws her back in a German suplex, 1,2, Sam kicks out violently.

Jolene pulls Samantha to her feet and whips her to the corner, running behind her, but Samantha puts her foot on the turnbuckle pad and elbows Jolene to the mouth, staggering her back, then Sam balances herself on the middle rope, jumps off and hits Jolene with a cross body attack! Both women are down, but Jolene kicks out just as Samantha is hooking the leg. Both get up quickly and Jolene goes for a boot to the gut, but Sam sidesteps it and staggers the Aztec with a straight right and follows it up with a hook to the stomach, doubling Jolene over. Samantha grabs Jo by her head, jumps and slams her down face first to the mat while landing in a seated position... face buster. Sam makes the cover, 1,2, Jo kicks out.

Samantha- For all you fucking bitch ass motherfuckers here in the land of the Dallas Cowgirls, the Queen is in the motherfucking house!!! (crowd boos)

Samantha smiles and sits on Jolene's back, before slapping the back of her head a couple of times. Sam grabs Jolene and pulls her up, looking to lock on one of her favorite moves, the camel clutch, but Jolene was playing opossum and springs to life, powering herself to her feet and mule kicking Samantha between the legs, forcing her to buckle with an "UUUGGGHHH!!!" as Jolene bounces off the ropes and clotheslines Samantha down, but Sam gets back up, only to be doubled over with a knee to the stomach, and dropped on her head with a DDT!! Jolene makes the cover, 1,2, Sam gets her shoulder up. Jolene drags Samantha by her legs to the corner, climbs to the top rope, and pulls Samantha up with her. The two women balance on the top turnbuckle, and Jolene places Samantha's head between her legs, but Samantha stands up, and back body drops Jolene off the top rope and to the ring. The crowd is electric as Samantha balances on the top rope and blindly moonsaults off, but turns around in mid flip and hit's a moonsault to 450 splash on Jolene, 1,2, Jolene kicks out! Samantha favors her ribs and stomach, but stands and pulls Jolene's legs up; Samantha steps between Jolene's legs, looking for her version of the sharpshooter that she calls the clapper, but Jolene twists her legs around Samantha's and takes her down on her back, putting Sam in a figure four. Jolene is near the ropes and when the ref asks Sam for her submission, Jolene grabs the ropes to aggravate the hold even more.

Samantha- Ahhhhhh, fuck!!!!! No! No, no, fucking NO!!!

Jolene- Come on, Sam!! Tell me I'm the queen, as if I don't already know!! Scream with that big ass mouth of yours!!

Samantha reaches up and separates the hold long enough to move her bent leg and kick Jolene hard in the crotch... Jolene coughs and reaches down as Samantha stands, hooking her legs under Jolene's body then rocking herself back and see sawing Jolene's throat up into the bottom rope! Jolene continues to choke and scoots to where her head is outside of the ropes and resting on the ring apron. The crowd has a feeling what's next as Samantha stands with one foot on either side of Jolene's body and grabs the top rope, smiling at the crowd. Samantha slingshots herself over the top rope, doing a front flip and landing her crotch and bottom on Jolene's head... she calls that move the "moneymaker."

Samantha lands on her feet outside of the ring and yells, "Whooooo!!" as Jolene rolls outside of the ring, badly hurt and leaning against the side of the ring. Samantha measures her former stable mate and goes for a sidekick, but Jolene ducks and tackles her driving the redhead to the mat. Jolene gets up slowly and stomps on Samantha's stomach, forcing another "ULF!!" from the slightly shorter woman. Jolene pulls Samantha up and gives her a standard suplex, then jumps on the ring apron, pulling Sam to her feet, but Samantha grabs Jolene's legs, yanking her to a seated position on the apron, then Samantha hooks Jolene and lifts her up in a suplex, turns and front suplexes the Aztec to the floor with Jolene's head, chest, stomach, crotch and legs taking the impact. Samantha rolls in and out of the ring to break the ref's long count, pulls Jolene up by her hair, but when Samantha tries to roll Jolene into the ring, the blue haired beauty shoves Samantha's back and the front of the redhead's body rams into the steel ring post. Samantha is down on her hands and knees and Jolene sees the Spanish announce table nearby. She pulls Samantha up, hooking on a standing chickenwing, but throws Samantha back in a chickenwing suplex, Samantha crashing into the side of the table instead of on top because Jolene was weakened and couldn't throw the redhead at the right angle. Samantha instantly grabs the back of her neck as Jo grabs her up and rolls her into the ring and slides in after her.

But Samantha is up, still holding her neck though... Jolene sends her to the ropes and on the way back, the Aztec jumps and hit's a Lou Thesz press, crashing her crotch and thighs into Samantha's face and chest and knocking her down on her back with Jolene in a mount position and hammering the redhead's face with punches. Jolene bounces off the ropes, sticking her middle fingers up and landing three "f-u elbows" across Samantha's heart. Jolene pulls Samantha up and whips her to the corner, but the force is so much that Sam flips over and falls out of the ring, knocking down a camera man who was on the ring apron in the process.

This match will continue after a word from our sponsors... also, Marie B. will defend her TV title against Alicia Christmas live from London, England and we get a word from Rachel Apache, who's standing by from her mansion in her hometown of Boulder, Colorado.