Two Against a Powerhouse: Annie Clark Vs. Vorona & Winter Songbird

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It felt as though Vorona and Winter Songbird had unleashed a monster inside the five-foot one inch and one hundred- and twelve-pound woman known as Annie Clark. The Powerbomb to Winter sent reverberations throughout the canvas, and Annie just stared at Vorona, an angered look in her eyes.

As soon as she was done with Winter, Annie came marching towards her masked opponent named Vorona.

Annie as soon as she was in range, would quickly launch a knee strike to Vorona’s midsection, hopefully making her opponent double over. Annie would then quickly wrap her arm around Vorona’s head, before attempting to lift her up and drop her on her head with a brainbuster.

[Monsy]

Winter wasn’t moving.

That’s what stuck in Vorona’s head, curling up her nose to seem angrier as the hole inside her chest grew wider and her heart sank deeper into her clenching gut. Get up, get up, get up.

Vorona stepped back. “No one said you could get close, little one! I run this matc--”

Knee. Meet belly.

“BWOUGH--” She keeled over, holding herself, knees and thighs clamped together in what was pulsating and now sweating discomfort. Her eyes bugged out, wide, wicked-shaped, then squeezed shut. Her mouth did something similar. The knee itself cratered her pliable stomach and stretched the latex protecting it, forming this indent once she pulled back. It crushed her little tattoo even…

Vorona would’ve dropped to her knees, but she was counter lifted and hurled into the air, then spiked the back of her head, shoulders and skull on the mat.

Pah-SPLAT!
“G-GGA--AA--”
Went Vorona.

WOOOOOO!
“Lets go Annie!” “Pin! Pin! Pin!”
Went the crowd.

Vorona’s body sprawled onto the mat like rolled out carpet. A heavy smack of her legs that jiggled alongside her breasts. Her arms were downward, but pointed out from her body. One cheek was against the mat. Her expression was loose, distant, with spinning barrings and a brain fog thick as porridge. She was slow to move, but groaned audibly and for long periods, adding to the ambiance of a fired up crowd.

“Augghhhhh….hhhh….. ooohhhhh…”

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Annie stared at the crowd after dropping Vorona on her head with a horrific brainbuster, as the audience was asking her to pin both of them. But to Annie, she was not done with these two just yet. She wanted to do a bit more damage to both of them.

Annie would walk over to where Vorona was, before attempting to pick her up in torture rack position, Vorona’s back across Annie’s shoulders.

Following up, Annie would carry over Vorona to where Winter was, before picking up Winter in the exact same position, right on top of Vorona.

She would then attempt to drop both of them with an Argentine backbreaker.

[Monsy]

It should've been MY BACK!

Said the little brain machinations of a torture racked Winter, having probably the most comfy seat in the house. Lights glared, but she didn't care. The electric crowd: fuzzy to her ears. Which was more to say for the brain-soup'ed artist, stretched across and then—BACKBREAKER! Ding-dong, her back is gone. Like an old woman packing her bags, she couldn't get any younger from here. No matter what massage method Winter tried, she never seem to get Vorona's lower back.

HARUMPH! Well— It didn't matter. For the sweaty pile of loopy wrestling meat that they were, they remained the same. The best part Winter recalled before entering her dreaming microcosm of glitter and ravens, was that Winter's head aligned well with Vorona's, turned to each other in groaning chorus, departing the land of consciousness together on sleep's white Cadillac.

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Annie felt the two women she had put on her back slowly slide off it like slop, behind her was a pile of bodies, most who did not see what just happened would think it was a murder scene.

Annie was done, she had taken out all her anger on her opponents, and decided to fall right on top of both of them, causing the referee to count.

1!

2!

3!

And just like that, the bell was rung, as the referee slowly approached Annie, as Annie had her bright smile once again, She then had her arm raised as the ring announcer declared her the winner of the match.

Annie felt fulfilled, and decided to head to the back, slapping hands with the fans as she went. Hopefully she taught those two a lesson for messing with her.

[Monsy]

Winner via Pinfall: Annie Clark