The time has come for a grudge match for the FightGirl Championship, as Chelsea defends against her former Tag Team partner Teen Summer.
Both women are in their respective locker rooms getting ready for tonight’s fight.
Tabitha Bolin is backstage with the challenger, Teen Summer.
“Summer, you seem to be getting what you want, which is a one on one match against your former Tag Team partner, Chelsea? What brought about this attitude change?”
“Again? What is it with everyone thinking I have an attitude problem? Bottom line is this, I got tired of Chelsea, she treated me more like a little sister instead of a Tag Team partner. Now she gets to defend the tag titles by herself. Good luck, fat ass! As far as your FightGirl Championship, it’ll be mine before too much longer!” Summer says, walking away.
Teen Summer heads to the ring, wearing a yellow bra and a plaid school girl skirt.
Tabitha is backstage with the FightGirl Champion Chelsea.
“Chelsea, I know this must be tough for you, but what is going through your mind as you prepare to face someone you considered a friend in Teen Summer?”
“Summer, you said I treated you more like a little sister, I treated you like a friend, and I just wanted to protect you because you were my friend. You ruined that now, Summer, you ruined it! Now I have no choice but to destroy you, nice knowing you, Summer!” Chelsea says, walking away.
Chelsea heads to the ring, wearing a light blue satin one-piece bathing suit.
Summer doesn’t wait, she attacks Chelsea before the match can even begin. As the attack is going on, the bell rings, officially starting the match.
Summer is relentless, kicking and punching Chelsea, who hasn’t even had time to take her belt off of her waist.
Summer shows off her strength by picking Summer up for a body slam.
Summer now gets on top of Chelsea and punches her over and over again in the face and head, Chelsea tries to cover up but is unsuccessful.
Eventually Chelsea shoves Summer off of her, but Summer is relentless, jumping back onto Chelsea, this time choking her.
Somehow, Chelsea manages to get to her feet, even with Summer clinging to her back. Chelsea then backs up into the corner, ramming Summer back first into the turnbuckles, knocking the wind out of her former tag team partner.
Chelsea takes a second to compose herself, then she grabs Summer and gives her a belly to belly overhead throw, Summer practically lands on the top of her head.
Summer wisely rolls outside the ring, but Chelsea follows her outside. Summer is waiting though as she sits Chelsea with a dropkick.
Summer once again shows incredible strength, picking Chelsea up for another body slam on the concrete floor. Chelsea screams out, holding her back.
Summer drags Chelsea over to the steel barricade and drapes her over it and starts choking Chelsea again.
Chelsea once again manages to fight Summer off, and gives her another belly to belly overhead throw on the concrete floor. Summer manages to throw a steel chair into the ring.
Chelsea now rolls Summer into the ring.
Chelsea takes her time getting back in the ring, giving Summer time to recover. Chelsea is no sooner in the ring, Summer hits Chelsea with a Cali Bomb right on the steel chair, knocking Chelsea out instantly.
Summer places her foot on Chelsea’s forehead as the referee counts to three.
Your winner and new FightGirl Champion...Teen Summer...
Summer is nowhere done, she strips Chelsea naked and begins fondling her body, every inch of her body, even going so far as to kiss Chelsea.
After Summer does that, she removes her school girl skirt and lowers her panties and sits on Chelsea’s face. Chelsea is just the regaining consciousness, and has no choice but to lick Summer’s pussy.
“That’s it, fat ass, lick my pussy.” Summer says, laughing...
After a few minutes of this, Summer gets up and fixes herself, and she gives Chelsea another Cali Bomb, once again knocking her out.
Summer then proceeds to pose over Chelsea’s unconscious body for several minutes.
Summer than grabs her two championship belts and leaves the ring
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