Danika Gorski vs. Beyonce

Danika's plan backfired in spectacular fashion! She took the full force of Beyonce's kick in her chest, falling straight down and hitting the mat back-first! She let out a gasp of pain as she clutched her chest. She rolled around in agony on the mat, the surprise offense of Beyonce totally knocking the wind out of her!

The hope she felt in the past few moments had quickly been dashed, and she was doing her best to prepare herself for what was to come.

Beyonce recovered herself and stepped towards the flailing Danika. As she loomed over the girl, she swiftly kicked her at the point where her arm met her injured shoulder. She wanted to keep it aggravated and keep Danika in pain. Not to mention she tried to roll her onto her stomach.

If she could get Danika onto her stomach, she would reach for the girl's injured arm and try and pull it roughly, hoping to drop down onto Danika's back and force the girl into an exceptionally painful Fujiwara armbar.

Danika let out a loud cry of pure agony as Beyonce went at her arm again! The armbar may have been the worst pain Danika ever experienced, she flopped and flailed about in a panic, overcome by pain. Her pride is the only thing that kept her from tapping, but the intense pain was so bad that she couldn't even think straight!

"AHHHHHHHH You b-bitch!" Danika cursed in a loud, shaky voice. Tears were now streaking down her cheeks as she kept screaming, doing all she could not to tap...

"Referee finally getting in the way of that stomp, damn ..." Helvetica said, testily, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and trying to settle down. Her eyes narrowed, as she focused on Danika. "The Gorski girl focused on the legs, after Beyonce nearly tore that arm off, earlier. Which would be fine strategy, if it weren't for the fact that it's just base, animal instinct, and not the kind of strategy that can bring down a brilliant competitor like Beyonce!"

"And now with the namecalling! That honorless, disrespectful bimbo! What kind of pathetic, weak excuse for a wrestler resorts to name-calling? I ask you, except not really because I already know, what kind of 'wrestler' would lower herself to the point of trying to insult opponents? How can you build a career, a legacy, off of acting like some spoiled, disrespectful bitch! Disgraceful!" Helvetica rose out of her seat, a bit, pointing an accusatory finger at Danika, trying to steal as much focus as she could from Beyonce's strategic retreat and drown out the booing with her shrill voice.

"Springboard kick!" the 'student of the game' proclaimed, as she watched Beyonce sail into the ring and kick Danika squarely in the chest. "That is the kind of strategy you just don't see in other professional wrestlers, these days! Beyonce taking a strategic moment to lull her opponent into false security, and make her pay for it!

"And into the armbar! Beyonce has locked in that devastating Fujiwara armbar! After enduring a brutal assault from Danika's heavy boots, Beyonce has caught her in her clutches. This is it, folks, this is what makes Beyonce such a lethal competitor!" Subconsciously, the American's free hand was nursing her own, sling-bound arm. "Just a matter of seconds now, as long as Danika's good sense overcomes her pride!"

Beyonce pulled Danika's arm snugly against her chest and wrenched it as hard as she possibly could, pulling on it like she was trying to yank the arm out. Her words of advice to the girl were fairly simple.

"Tap if you want to keep your career intact."

Danika screamed out as the tears now clearly marked her face. She didn't want to have the match end like this, she couldn't! She flailed more and reach fruitlessly for the ropes, holding out as long as she could until her whole system was overcome by the pain!

Danika began to feverishly tap the mat as she let out the loudest scream of agony anyone in the arena had ever previously heard in person in their lives! She clearly was hurting, and likely injured although she didn't know the extent. Her shoulder was a mess and probably far less than 100% prior to that hold. Now? That was for medical to figure out. Danika continued to howl in pain and kick the mat in frustration. Her pain, humiliation and embarrassment led to her screams turning into muffled crying as she tried to get free, rolling onto her stomach and hiding her face in shame at the first possible opportunity.

Once the bell rang, Beyonce dropped Danika's arm and stepped off of her. She stood up and let the referee raise her hand in victory. Danika had gotten a few shots in, but they were aches and pains that would go away in a few days. Beyonce had no clue how long Danika would be out, nor did she care.

Once the referee lowered her hand, Beyonce exited the ring, not even bothering to wait for Helvetica to finish up and join her. She already knew how uselessly her loud mouthed manager would prattle on.

Danika laid face down on the mat, too ashamed to look up. She knew the tear tracks were still visible on her face even though she did her best to try to wipe them away as her face was hidden. The pain surging through her shoulder was unlike anything she had felt before, and in the match prior to this she was knocked out by stomps to the head while being stuck in a hold!

It would be a while before Danika healed up and returned to the ring, and she promised that things would be different. No more whipping girl. No more cocky swagger. Danika's now 1-6 record showed that she wasn't as good as she liked to think she was. When she came back, she would show everyone here that she wasn't just a punching bag... willing to do whatever it took inside that ring to do it....

"Danika is still hanging in there," Helvetica said, staring wide-eyed at the ring, "in the face of all logic and good sense, the Chech girl refuses to submit!  But it's just a matter of time, fans, just a waiting game at this point!"  The American was massaging her sling-bound arm rather vigorously, now, though she seemed to not actively be paying it much attention.

"There it is!" she cried out, seeing Danika tap.  "And the ref's calling for the bell!  Let's not sell things short, here, Danika hung in there longer than I would have expected.  But in the end, there was just one possible outcome!  Beyonce had that arm earmarked early on, and from there Danika's fate was sealed!

"That's what you get when you face Beyonce, fanboys!  That is what makes her so dangerous.  She's not here to win fans, she's here to win fights!  When she has you worked out, she ends it whenever she wants to!  Let's see if we can-"  Helvetica was getting off her seat just in time for Beyonce to bail out of the ring.  " ... have ... a ... word with ... Right.  As you can see, fans, Beyonce not one for small talk.  Actions speak louder than words, and she is the Brian Blessed of AFW.  So, let's have a hand for Beyonce, and even a little bit of a cheer for Danika for having more guts than brains and facing off with her, tonight!  This has been Helvetica Lee, on behalf of AFW, and you're welcome.  We now present the rest of this program, lacking my own commentary.  G'night, spank-blankets!"  Helvetica flipped her headset off with one hand, letting it tumble across the table.  The crowd was still hot for the match, but the 'student of the game' absorbed every bit of crowd attention as if it had been for her.  Waving and grinning, she walked out of the arena with her head high and her chest puffed out.  Even if she was taking extra care to keep well away from the recovering Danika ...