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SkinnybitchAditi: I step through the curtain in my bright pink wrestling attire, walking confidently toward the ring with a seductive sway in my hips. I climb onto the apron, pose briefly with one hand resting on my waist, then slip between the ropes and move toward my corner. I lean back against the turnbuckles with a calm smile, keeping my eyes fixed on the entrance as I wait for Georgia to make her debut!!

SkinnybitchAditi:

Georgia_Ellenwood: With my debut today, I make sure to come out looking as good as I've ever looked for a pro match! Making sure to have my first custom made attire for this match against Aditi, a fighter who isn't as fragile as she looks, so I know I will give my all. After all, it's the bare minimum respect I give to all opponents. Coming out to the ring, fans cheer for me already while I have fun and take photos with them before sliding into the ring and giving you a nod with my smile making it look like we're less about to fight and we're about to go out for coffee!

Georgia_Ellenwood:

SkinnybitchAditi: I watch you approach and feel my confidence dip slightly as I take in your tall blonde frame, my eyes moving upward before I quickly try to hide my nerves.... For a moment, I wonder if I have underestimated just how imposing you would look in person, but your warm smile and friendly nod help me relax. I return the smile, quietly thinking that perhaps your gentle demeanour means I can catch you off guard and make your debut far less successful than you expect. I step out of my corner and walk toward you.... extending my hand for a respectful pre match handshake while keeping my eyes fixed on yours..

Georgia_Ellenwood: My smile doesn't tell the full story, and that's something everyone should know. The smile means excitedness and focus. Focus that is exemplified by the fire emanating from my eyes, the eyes that lock eyes with you when you extend your hand for a handshake. Respect? I'll accept it! I take your hand and shake your hand firmly, my smile still shining as the bell rings. The fans have an inkling of what may happen, but really hoping that it doesn't for the sake of one of us...

SkinnybitchAditi: I wince slightly as your firm grip squeezes my hand, surprised by the strength hidden behind your friendly smile. Still... I quickly convince myself that you must be too nice to be truly dangerous....letting my confidence return as we separate. The moment the bell rings I burst forward at a high pace, trying to catch you unprepared by swinging a quick forearm strike toward your chest trying to take advntage of debut jitters if you have any..

Georgia_Ellenwood: The slight wince and little flicker of fear in your eyes is clear to me, clouded by self confidence of your own. The fans meanwhile can't see that, they just see a respectful moment before the start of a match. And in Aditi fashion, you burst forwards to try and catch me off guard. But I've had plenty of matches in my time. Too many to have jitters that would dull my senses. If anything, this being my debut makes me want to be sharper! It shows too, me ducking under your swinging forearm aimed for my chest and immediately throwing a superkick counter towards your jaw!

SkinnybitchAditi: My eyes widen as you slip beneath my forearm, and before I can turn properly, your boot snaps up into my jaw. “Ughhh!” I cry out as my head whips back and my body spins from the impact, my confidence disappearing instantly. I stagger before collapsing onto my back, one hand clutching my jaw as I blink up at the lights in shock...I shake my head and grit my teeth, forcing myself back onto my feet despite the ache in my jaw. Still embarrassed by how easily you caught me, I rush forward again before you can follow up, leaping toward you and attempting a running dropkick aimed straight at your chest.

Georgia_Ellenwood: That superkick landed with precision and nothing more, and yet it looked as though I kicked you like I was an angry horse! Getting back up to your feet quickly is already something the fans respect and admire about you, but seeing me waiting patiently is almost scary with my calm demeanour compared to your embarrassed look right now as you get up. Coming at me with another rush, I prepare to be defensive and barely sidestep your running dropkick attempt aimed for my chest. But instead of following up, I gesture for you to come up and come at me again, showing that warm smile that almost feels mocking when in reality it's my excitement showing from the effort you're putting in early on!

SkinnybitchAditi: I land awkwardly and roll back onto my knees, glaring up at that warm smile as frustration starts to replace my earlier confidence. It feels mocking now, especially after you have already avoided everything I have thrown at you, and I begin to realize that you are simply too sharp and too quick for me to catch with another rushed strike.... I push myself back to my feet and approach more cautiously this time, raising my hands before stepping in and attempting to meet you in a tight collar and elbow lockup....planting my boots against the canvas as I try to test your strength instead....

Georgia_Ellenwood: The two misses open your eyes to the speed and reactions I have on board. But for you to step in for a collar and elbow lockup? You're very brave, especially given the clear size difference! Although I do understand given the fact I have shown my ability to evade your rushed strikes, so I accept your lockup and keep that smile... keeping my feet planted on the canvas to see the extent of your strength...

SkinnybitchAditi: I grit my teeth and throw all of my weight into the lockup, trying to drive you backward toward the corner with everything I have....My slender arms tense around you as I push harder, but your bigger taller frame barely gives me anything. My boots begin slipping across the canvas instead, forcing me to scramble while my face tightens with effort. I lean in even more desperately, breathing harder as I keep trying to force you back..."Hnnggghhh!!! Moveeee!!"

Georgia_Ellenwood: I stand my ground by lowering my center of gravity slightly, trying to make moving me as hard and as exhaustive as possible for yourself! And while you're pushing yourself as hard as possible, I push back slightly and throw a quick right knee aimed for your midsection to try and take some wind out of your sails... because right now you have so much fire and grit that I k ow I have to do my best to extinguish that fire of yours! The fans can see you pushing hard too and urge you to continue, despite me pushing back slightly and looking to target you midsection...

SkinnybitchAditi: My eyes widen as your slight push sends me sliding backward.... making it clear that you are much stronger than me. Before I can adjust... your knee drives into my belly and folds my frame around it. “Ughh!” I gasp. Thinking quickly, I suddenly stop resisting and let go of the lockup, hoping your forward pressure will carry you off balance. At the same time, I duck lower and sweep one of my legs behind yours, trying to trip you and send you falling forward onto the canvas.....

Georgia_Ellenwood: The sliding backwards to the knee to the stomach looks harsh with the strained expression on your face, causing the fans to wince in pain for you. That will of yours won't stop though, and it shows by utilising my own momentum against me to let go and carry me off balance, allowing you to trip me up and send me falling onto the canvas with a thud! It's not harsh, but it enlightened me that you're not going to give up - and that's exactly what I want! Rolling forwards to get to my feet, I wipe some dust off my top and get into an orthodox fighting stance before circling you now, looking as fired up as ever with a smile even wider than before!

SkinnybitchAditi: Seeing you hit the canvas finally gives me a spark of confidence, and I straighten up with a small grin despite the ache still in my belly. I know by now that you are too fast and too strong for me to catch with anything obvious, so I begin circling more carefully, watching your stance and trying to disguise my intentions. I suddenly dip my shoulders and lower my body as though I am about to shoot for your legs... hoping to make you brace low before springing upward and attempting a quick jumping forearm aimed toward your face.

Georgia_Ellenwood: That confidence of yours sparked in your eyes! And what's more? The fans are enjoying themselves so far, seeing just how much effort you're putting into trying to chop me down piece by piece. With me circling you, I instinctively throw a front kick with power just as you look to shoot! Thinking I made a mistake, I inadvertently made a good call with my shot as my front kick comes up with power and speed for your face as you jump towards me for a jumping forearm strike, shocking the crowd who cheer at this battle of attrition!

SkinnybitchAditi: My eyes widen in complete disbelief as your boot crashes into my face in midair, stopping my attack before it can even begin. I have no idea how you managed to read my trick so perfectly, not realizing that your mistimed kick accidentally saved you. “Ughhh!” I cry out as my head snaps back and I stumble away on shaking legs, both hands immediately clutching my aching jaw. After taking another hard blow to the same spot, my confidence finally collapses, leaving me blinking through the pain and staring at you with growing uncertainty as I struggle to stay upright.

Georgia_Ellenwood: Taking a front kick while coming forward is one thing, but staying standing after such a massive hit draws a smile out of me, admiring the toughness on display from someone that people count out all too often. I'm not that type though, and I'm glad to not be that type either. A warrior like yourself, giving your all for yourself and the fans deserves praise! And my praise will be me giving my all, looking to take advantage of you in this dazed state by coming at you for the chance to wrap my arms around you. If I'm able to do that? I'll attempt a belly to belly suplex to really start amping up the pressure!

SkinnybitchAditi: Still dazed, I barely manage to brace before your arms wrap tightly around my narrow torso. I gasp as your grip compresses my ribs....my boots scraping against the canvas as I struggle to keep my balance. I twist desperately from side to side, wedging my hands between our bodies and trying to pry your arms apart before you can lift me, but your hold feels far stronger than mine. My face tightens with panic as I strain against you, knowing that if I cannot break free quickly, I am about to be thrown around like a sack of potatoes....

Georgia_Ellenwood: When my hands wrap around your waist, the difference is build feels vastly different - like a before and after from my 600 lbs life almost! And the strength in grip is felt too, my arms and hands squeezing while you intelligently try to pry my arms apart to give you enough space to escape. Feeling you getting close to achieving that goal, I waste little time in this warm embrace and throw you with unforgiving force in my belly to belly!

SkinnybitchAditi: The difference in size becomes painfully obvious the moment you tighten your grip and go through with the throw. I feel imprisoned by your larger fuller frame, and before I can dig my boots in or brace myself, you hoist me clean off the canvas and toss me across the ring like a ragdoll. My body goes flying through the air with my limbs flailing helplessly before I crash down hard on my back...the impact bouncing me off the mat and leaving me sprawled out, stunned and breathless as I clutch at my ribs.

Georgia_Ellenwood: The ring shakes, showing just how much force myself, aided with good old gravity applied when your beautiful body flew through the air and onto the canvas! Crowd members close up strain their faces at the sight of the move, the shot of you sprawled out and breathless being a not so unfamiliar sight, but not one they want to see all the time regardless. Meanwhile I kip up after that suplex, smiling warmly like I didn't just fling you across the ring - coming towards you by your legs and lifting your left one up. Then I look to stomp away, my intention to break you down and remove that nimbleness of yours...

SkinnybitchAditi: I remain sprawled where you tossed me, groaning as my back and ribs throb from landing like a discarded doll. Seeing you kip up so easily before turning and walking toward me with that same calm smile makes my stomach tighten, the difference between us suddenly feeling even greater from down here. I weakly try to drag myself backward, but you reach my legs before I can get far and lift my left one from the mat. Panic flickers across my face as I realize you are about to start breaking down the only advantage (Well, maybe not advantage as you are pretty quick yourself, but the only area where I could match you...) I had. As your stomp comes down, I cry out and jerk against the canvas, then sluggishly swing my free right leg toward your ankle in a desperate sweep... less an attack than a feeble attempt to make you stop....

Georgia_Ellenwood: Almost looking like a movie scene where the murderer grabs the victim by the leg, you give a similar expression they would give too. Fear. Absolute fear. Compared to my smile which almost convinces the crowd that everything is all sunshine and rainbows. For me it is, but for your left leg, it's more like a storm... the thunder being the stomps targeting the same spot! Some would think I'm a heat seeking missile with that level of accuracy, all while ignoring that feeble attempt to make my stop my onslaught to your left leg. I continue for a moment longer before looking to finish with a knee drop to your midsection!

SkinnybitchAditi: My right leg catches at your ankle, but it barely shifts you, and the horror on my face deepens when I realize my desperate kick has done absolutely nothing. “No... no, stop!” I scream as your boot continues crashing down onto the same battered spot on my left leg, each stomp making my skinny body jolt and twist helplessly across the canvas. I claw at the mat and try to drag myself away, but with you still controlling my leg, I cannot escape the relentless punishment.... My cRies grow louder and more panicked until you finally release it, only for me to look up and see you dropping toward my exposed midsection. Your knee drives into my belly, folding me around the impact as scream tears from my throat "AAAAAAHHH!!" .... my arms wrapping around my stomach while I curl weakly beneath you.

Georgia_Ellenwood: I have invited @The_Ceo to join #Aditi_vs_Ellenwood_WWE.

Georgia_Ellenwood: The level of your cries of pain could almost be treated as a live gauge on the extent of the damage I've caused your legs. With how you're crying in pain right now, it's safe to say that being able to put much pressure at all on it would be incredibly difficult! The fans can tell just as well too, some of your fans looking away in dismay, not wanting to see the damage I've caused thus far. It's not over yet though, because the knee to the gut was more of a tease of what to expect, now trying to grab both your arms right after my knee drills into your midsection... what could I have planned? For those who know my moveset, their hairs must be standing on edge, the signs of my KTF signature clear...

Georgia_Ellenwood: If I'm able to grab your arms and pull you to almost a sat up position, I'll attempt to drive my knee towards your face while simultaneously pulling your arms towards me to not only try and maximise the momentum, but maximise the damage!!!

SkinnybitchAditi: Panic takes over as you drag me upright by both arms, your knee already lining up with my face. With no clean escape left, I suddenly spit directly into your face, hoping the shock forces you to hesitate and if you do hesitate...I wrench myself forward and smash my forehead desperately into yours..trying to break free of your grasp....and apologise profusely.."I am soo sorry!!! I didn't have a choice...I didn't wanna play dirty!!"

Georgia_Ellenwood: Your face looks groggy as a way for your face to escape my knee looks impossible... if the way to escape was clean. And you don't intend on keeping things clean, spitting into my face to cause a momentary pause of shock and disgust! The perfect thing for you to allow yourself to headbutt me, having me release your arms and take a few steps back wiping the spit from my face! Your apologies are heard, and I simply nod, changing my smiley expression into something more serious. I'm not sweating much, but wipe my hands on my trunks before gesturing for you to come at me while the crowd shouts for you to come at me as well. For them they want to see you give your all, even though you just escaped potential match ending damage... while I want you to come at me so I can keep you in my grasp and make you regret such a dirty move...

SkinnybitchAditi: Still breathing hard, I force myself forward despite the pain in my left leg, using as much speed as I can with my injured leg I plant my good foot against your raised knee, spring upward, and swing my legs around your neck, my skinny frame briefly perched across your shoulders. Gritting my teeth, I try to twist my hips sharply and throw all of my momentum sideways, attempting to whip you off your feet and send you tumbling with a hurricanrana....

Georgia_Ellenwood: Your heavy breathing. Your limp with your left leg. Your visible strain to build any serious momentum. It's all so clear to see! But it's clear you won't give up easy... for better or for worse. When you spring up from my leg, you swing your legs around my neck and have yourself perched onto my shoulders, almost twisting completely to get a whipping hurricanrana! But my serious look while holding you as you're on my shoulders tells another story for you. I swing your upper body right back up, my core tensed as ever while doing so to help accomplish that, attempting to punish such a risky attempt with a powerbomb, aiming to spike you down to the canvas! And if I can, I'll keep my hold onto you... because getting just one wouldn't feel right...

SkinnybitchAditi: My confidence vanishes the instant you stop my rotation and effortlessly swing my upper body back upright. My eyes widen in terror as I realize Im still trapped on your shoulders, my hands grabbing uselessly at your arms while I shake my head. “No... wait pleasee” I barely manage before you drive me down with a brutal powerbomb, my skinny body folding on impact as the ring shakes beneath me. A broken cry escapes my throat and my limbs bounce weakly against the canvas.... but before I can roll away, I feel your grip still locked around me. Panic floods my face as you keep hold of my waist and legs.... leaving me dangling helplessly in your control and realizing that the first slam was not enough for you...already regretting me spitting on your face...

Georgia_Ellenwood: The ring SHAKESS from the sheer impact of my powerbomb counter to you, the slo mo shot of the move showing each individual muscle of yours look basically though they trembled in fear at the move alone! Fans of yours go from slight optimism down right back to reality to where their heads hang in sadness, half wanting this match to end so that they don't see one of their favourite fighters fall so ferociously by such a fearsome warrior like myself! Unfortunately for them, reality might just be a lot worse than they already see as my grip onto you hasn't gone... and I begin to lift you up to attempt a second powerbomb that I hope has even more impact than the last one!! And if it can land? I would still try to keep my grip on you. After all, third times the charm hehe...

SkinnybitchAditi: I barely have time to gasp before you haul my limp body back up, my arms hanging weakly as fear replaces whatever fight I had left. The second powerbomb comes down even harder than the first, my skinny frame crashing into the canvas with a thunderous impact that makes the entire ring shudder beneath us. All my fans wince at the impact and there is a loud groan throughout the arena. My back arches once before I collapse flat, I groan as my legs twitch and then fall still. Nearly all resistance drains out of me, my eyes unfocused and my body heavy in your grasp, but your hands remain locked around me. The realization that you still have not let go brings a look of dread to my face... because I no longer have the strength to stop a third....

Georgia_Ellenwood: I will say, you did your very best. You gave as much as you could, and tried to use your speed as best as you could. It's unfortunate that you faced me, but I respect you for wanting to face me as bad as you did. Fans may not know that, or not even want to know that because they just see the Gorgeous One demolishing the beautiful Aditi one powerbomb at a time. And even with that underhanded tactic, I still have my respect for you. Enough so that I lift you up a third time and look to slam you EVEN HARDER than before, treating you like every other fighter in the locker room! Is it an odd way to show affection and respect? Sure, it might. But if I treated you like you're a weakling, that would just be disrespectful to the warrior heart you possess...

SkinnybitchAditi: By the time you haul me up for the third time, my body offers nothing back. My arms hang completely limp, my head lolls forward, and my legs barely move as you lift me as though I weigh nothing at all. Then you drive me down with even more force than before. The impact is monstrous, my body folding violently against the canvas before I go silent. For one awful second, it feels as though my back might snap beneath the force, my body bouncing once before collapsing flat and motionless. Every last trace of fight drains out of me, leaving me sprawled beneath you with unfocused eyes and no strength left. The entire arena goes silent at the sheer brutality of the impact.

Georgia_Ellenwood:

Georgia_Ellenwood: You lay like this after the third and final powerbomb, the destructive display showing on you sprawled and laid out form as the fans of yours are stunned into silence... while fans of mine clap in appreciation of Aditi and myself. Respect amongst warriors, that's how it should be. Even still, looking at you, I know I need to put the final nail in the coffin to truly finish things off. And to do so, it's time I showcase one of my finishers... the Gold Medal Drop!

Georgia_Ellenwood: I grab you under the arms and try to lift you up to your feet, looking to scoop you up and leave you suspended for a moment before suddenly CRASHING your body down onto the canvas! Lower neck first and upper back second to amplify the brutality of my drop to truly put an end to this fight! You've shown yourself to be tough, but I hope you don't try to reverse or kick out... because you'll have a lot worse in store for yourself. And I'd hate to retire such a beautiful and tough fighter like yourself...

Georgia_Ellenwood:

SkinnybitchAditi: I can barely react as you drag my completely limp body upright by my armpits, my knees buckling and my head lolling against your shoulder before you scoop me up. I hang helplessly in your grasp for that awful suspended moment, arms dangling and legs trembling, then the Gold Medal Drop sends me crashing down across my upper back and shoulders with a sickening THUD. My body folds from the impact before flopping flat onto the canvas, hair covering my face and limbs spread uselessly around me. I don’t reverse it, I don’t kick out, and I don’t even twitch... the last of my fight completely crushed as I lie unconscious beneath you, finally finished.

Georgia_Ellenwood: The fight completely vanishes from your body as soon as your body made contact with the ring, the force of the GMD enough to have the ref look concerned for your wellbeing! Laid out, body glistening in sweat and marks from the match, hair covering your face. It all looks so final. Now normally I fold the opponents for pin, but with you, I get on top of you and wipe the hair from your face to see you clearly while I pin you, pressing my body on yours as the ref goes to count the pin... fans taking pictures of what would likely be another big moment captured for you to see once you wake up...

Georgia_Ellenwood:

SkinnybitchAditi: I lie completely limp beneath you as you settle your weight across my battered body, my chest barely rising while you gently brush the sweat soaked hair away from my face. My eyes remain closed and my arms are pinned uselessly to my top offering no resistance as the referee drops down to check my shoulders. The first slap echoes through the ring... “ONE!”... then the second follows while I remain motionless... “TWO!”... and finally the referee’s hand crashes down for the third time. “THREE!” I do not move beneath you, completely spent after the brutal beatdown as the bell rings and the crowd roars and captures the image of Georgia Ellenwood earning a dominant victory again!!