S2 21.19 WM N2 ME: WWE Champ Trish Stratus v Kelly Kelly

JR: “If Ali and Tyson could have a fight right now, in their prime, this is what I’d equate this match to!”

King: “These warriors are sizing each other up!”

Trish and Kelly stand their ground. Both superstars are always responding to a defensive maneuver from their opponent when the match starts. Since both are usually on the defensive, neither superstar has attacked. It’s an intriguing “look” at two greats at their craft.

Trish is more concerned about the stinkface than retaining the title. If she had to choose between losing the title or getting a stinkface from Ashley’s big phat ass than she’s dropping the title. She could drop the title tonight and win it again if she wanted to. But to be humiliated in front of your fans, your family, the world is something you can never take back. She’s going to do whatever it takes to win tonight. Whatever it takes.

Alright Kells, I get it. You’re scared of me, the champion. The big boss. So you don’t want to make the first move, huh? Well, I’ll hold your hand through this match before I beat you.

Kelly boldly steps forward and reaches her hand into the sky, requesting a test of strength with the champion.

A soft smile emerges from the champion’s face, not expecting this from her opponent.

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Interesting. I thought I was going to come over and start the match for you. Fine! Take the lead in this dance.

She rearranges her stance and reaches into the sky to accept the challenge.

After one of the hands lock in, they slowly raise the other to naturally connect.

Both hands lock in.

King: “ok… a test of strength here.”

Kelly immediately whirls Trish’s arms and gets the upper hand, causing the champion to yelp in pain.

She definitely didn’t want to show weakness in front of the challenger. Kelly applies pressure onto Trish’s hands causing her to uncharacteristically cry in pain.

OMG! This bitch is really strong! She’s breaking my hands!

Trish and Kelly’s eyes lock up. Trish is crying through her eyes from the pain.

Kelly is sneering at the champion and turning up the notch.

Out of desperation, Trish leans forward and smashes her forehead into Kelly’s forehead.

Kelly falls to one knee, as Trish keeps the hold going. She then applies pressure and uses her strength to bend Kelly’s hands backward.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!” Kelly yells in pain, not expecting this turnaround.

Let’s see how you like it now, Kelly Bitch!

Kelly is smart about not lasting too long in this predicament. She rolls onto her back and uses her foot to toss Trish over her. A modified monkey flip, as Trish flies on over Kelly before landing on her back.

Kelly uses the momentum and lands atop of Trish. Sitting atop the throne. Kelly sits on Trish’s tummy.

Kelly’s quick to lay waste to Trish.

She begins raining down her forearm into the beautiful face of Trish. She gets some impressive shots in.

Flashbacks of how Paige handled her in a previous encounter.

No not this again! No! No! Not again!

Trish rolls Kelly off of her until both women go rolling around in the ring. Until eventually they both roll out of the ring towards where Ashley is sitting.

Kelly tumbles to one knee, but Trish instinctively lands on her feet on the outside of the ring.

Seeing a moment of weakness, Trish reaches her right foot forward into the air. Looking to connect it to Kelly’s head as she’s getting up.

Trish nails a stiff Chick Kick; and she gets all of it.

King: “TIMBER!”

Kelly falls to the ground like a tree getting the final shot from an axe.

Trish walks around away from the fallen Kelly and side steps the steel steps to give herself a breather between herself and Kelly.

If only you were in the ring. I would have pinned you…. But don’t worry. I’ll come back around and drag you back into the ring. Just give me a 2 sec to catch my breath…

Trish and the massive Ashley Graham make eye contact.

Oh! I almost forgot you were there. Back in the ring I’ll go then. A count out win would work for me too.

Trish hops aboard the apron, towards the corner turnbuckle. She continues keeping a close eye on Ashley. I think we both know you want me tonight. But you’re getting Kelly tonight.

“Nope!” The champion declares. “Nope! That ass ain’t coming near me, girlfriend! You’ll kiss my ass before I ever kiss yours lol!” Trish threatens the behemoth.

Ashley smirks, “We’ll see, sweety! I really hope it’s you though, she giggles.

The referee begins the count.

Trish looks visibly startled by Ashely’s comment.

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Trish fully enters the ring, leaving the apron.

JR: “Trish may be serious about ending this match early, here.”

King: “Without a pinfall win?! That’s not like Trish. Trish usually likes to silence her critics.”

JR: “She’s doing what she’s gotta do to avoid getting her face smothered.

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.Kelly realizes the predicament and rises to her feet.

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Kellys rolls into the ring, keeping the match going. She’s still down on the mat. The Chick Kick from the outside knocked her for a loop.

Trish settles on one knee and observes her wounded prey. She studies her and her physical status. Assessing what she needs to do next like a military strategist.

Talk to me. Talk to me. What’s you’re body language telling me…….Oh, you’re still loopy from the Chick Kick. Ok, you’re ready for the grand finale of this match. I’ll give it to ya. Just a sec.

Finally, she gets up off her knee and heads to the corner and settles into a familiar position.

Kelly stirs on the mat.

Trish gears up to end this one with her signature running knee.

I think you’ve marinated long enough. Don’t worry. It’s almost over.

JR: “Trish may be going for her signature running knee here…”

Dizzy from the kick, Kelly rises to one knee.

Trish is in the corner sizing her up.

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