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The roar of the crowd echoed through the stadium—a veritable menagerie of animals cheering and jeering. In the center of the ring stood a tabby cat in a glittering sequin dress, microphone in hand. She spoke into the microphone, her voice carrying over the crowd. As she announced the upcoming match.

“Tonight’s match is set for a pinfall!” she declared, her voice rising above the crowd. The noise swelled as anticipation built. Today was one of the most monumental matches of the night. Backstage, waiting for her cue, a rabbit-wolf hybrid bounced in place and stretched. Her leotard and mask fit well, and she was ready, eager, and, most of all, pumped.

“This one’s for the HIW Women’s Championship!” The announcer said, and the crowd popped even higher, their voices probably being heard from miles around. This was the kind of crowd wrestlers lived for, who they put hours in the ring, gym, and training for.

“Your Champion! Weighing in at 135 lbs. and standing at seven feet tall. From Parts Unknown,” the announcer said as the rabbit walked out to the cheers of the crowd. She was champion, the best of the best, as far as the animals watching knew. But tonight would be her last night as champion. At least for a while.

“The rabbit with fangs, the wolf with power. The hybrid with no equal!” the announcer said, building up hype for the wrestler entering. The pop of the crowd was damn near deafening, and the wolf-rabbit loved it. “The Amazon!” the announcer shouted into the mic, and the crowd erupted.

She walked out onto the ramp, pyrotechnics blasting behind her, as her entrance video played. She flexed for the crowd and even blew a kiss towards them, which sent them wild. Though that kiss wasn’t for anyone random.

Holding a sign that says ‘Amazon is Amazing’ was her husband, Jeremy, who was probably her biggest supporter. The monitor lizard was probably the one person she loved seeing in the crowd the most.

“And the challenger, standing at five feet three, weighing in at 132 lbs., from Detroit, Michigan,” the announcer cried as she built up hype for the challenger. “The pretty bruiser, the beauty who can put you in a body bag! Lucy Hale!”

The fighter walking out was a poodle, not something one would expect to see in wrestling. But that was Lucy Hale. One of the best wrestlers this side of the Great Lakes. The crowd mixed boos and cheers. Lucy was the heel to the Amazon’s face.

Lucy was Ameelia’s (the Amazon’s real name) biggest rival in the ring. To the crowd they were mortal enemies—two animals who wanted to see the other in a cast. Outside? They were the best of friends.

Lucy was going to be the next HIW Champion. That was already planned, but by God, they were going to make this a spectacle to remember. Five stars if they were lucky, this feud had been brewing for months. Months of running spots backstage, practicing promos, and a few out-of-ring brawls led to this moment. One-on-one, winner takes all.

And Ameelia couldn’t be happier losing her title to someone who would, in a few months, be the godmother of her firstborn. Part of why she was dropping the championship was that she was going to be a mother soon, and that meant less time in the squared circle.

The two went to their respective corners; Ameelia ran her hands across the ropes while Lucy bounced from left to right. The two stared each other down, an unspoken agreement about what they would do next. While a lot of this was pre-mapped out. There was still a lot of leeway for them to improvise.

With the ring of the bell, the two went at each other. Grappling with one another. This worked two-fold. A: It looked cool to watchers, and B: it allowed them to talk out what they were going to do next.

“What spot do you want to go with?” Ameelia, asked

“Try throwing me against the rope, and I’ll hit you with a clothesline.” Lucy said, and the two agreed that would be a good opener for the match. Amelia grabbed Lucky by her arm and spun her around a few times before letting her go. Sending her flying towards the ropes, Lucy rebounded and launched herself at Amelia.

She performed a spinning clothesline, sending Ameelia to the ground. It hurt, but she was used to taking bumps. Lucy then hit her with an elbow drop, and Ameelia rolled out of the way, causing her to hit the mat hard. Ameelia gripped Lucy in a headlock on the mat.

“Hit me with a top rope leg drop that’ll get them to pop!” Lucy said to Ameelia, and she agreed that would be awesome. Lucy threw a punch at Ameelia’s head, and she let her go, not too hard to hurt her, but made it look real to the crowd. The two rolled and got back onto their feet.

Lucy kicked Ameelia and sent her to the leftmost turnbuckle. Lucy then ran towards her, and Ameelia ducked out of the way, faking hitting the turnbuckle with her head, and Ameelia grabbed her and threw her to the ground.

“Ready?” She said it loud enough for Lucy to hear but not anyone near ringside.

“Yep,” Lucy said, and Ameelia climbed the turnbuckle and jumped, landing a leg drop on Lucy’s chest, and she sold it as well as she could that she had the wind knocked out of her, which she kind of did, for as fake as pro wrestling was, it still hurt like hell. But the crowd went nuclear, cheering like their lives depended on it.

The pop! That was the best part of it; all the pain was worth it to hear the crowd cheer. Even the boos were worth it because at the end of the day, the worst thing to hear for a wrestler was one thing: silence.

Ameelia rolled away from her opponent and stood up, showboating for the crowd, who, per usual, let out a roar of applause. It also let Lucy get ready for her next move. The ref wasn’t looking, and this allowed Lucy to roll off the mat and head to the apron and pull out a kendo stick. She then hit Ameelia in the back with it, sending her to the ground.

The crowd let out cries of boos and for the ref to get on his A-game. Pure spectacle for them. Hurt like hell, though (Ameelia never got used to object spots.) Lucy then grabbed her by her head and began mock slamming her into the mat, just enough to make it look painful but not really. Dropping her head, she stood on her with one boot as she roared.

“Having fun?” Ameelia asked below as she prepared for the next spot. She pushed upwards and knocked Lucy off her feet, and she then delivered an elbow drop for good measure.

“God, I hate those.” Lucy breathed out as she took another elbow drop. And Ameelia agreed; elbow drops sucked. They both knew how to take them, and Ameelia even took some from the bigger male wrestlers in her indie days. Still, they hurt like anything.

Ameelia then pinned Lucy; she was going to kick her out as per the spot they worked. And she did two, a good spectacle for the crowd. The two took a moment to catch their breaths, and Ameelia motioned for their next spot. Getting to their feet, the two of them entered a test of strength, mostly to keep from getting gassed too quickly.

Then Lucy grabbed Ameelia and threw her over the rope and onto the concrete floor. That one hurt, and she wished that the boss women would invest in something softer than concrete for these matches.

Lucy then did her signature move: she began to go wild on the rope, pulling it up and down, before jumping onto the rope and performing a Swanton bomb, or as she called it, “The Pretty Girl Bomber.” And to see Lucy do her signature move? It was pure fire and magic. The crowd went wild, and Ameelia was grabbed and thrown into the ring.

It was time to end the match; the crowd got a great show, and it was time for the torch to be passed. Lucy pinned her. One, two, three. And she was the new champ. Ameelia was fake injured, brought out with a limp; they’d probably say she broke something to explain why she’d be out for a few weeks in kayfabe. As she looks back to see Lucy holding up her new HIW Women’s Championship belt, she grinned. Her friend earned that.

Ameelia was sitting in her locker room, icing her body, and Lucy walked in.

“Hey, how are you enjoying the belt, champ?” Ameelia? she asked as the two hugged.

“It feels awesome!” Lucy said as she looked at the belt. It was gold with a woman flexing on its front, and it was wrapped squarely around Lucy’s waist.

“So, are you sure about this whole pulling back thing?” Lucy asked as she leaned forward as the two of them talked.

“Yep, Jeremy and I have been wanting to have a kid for a while,” Ameelia said just as her husband walked in. Jeremy was the love of her life. The two of them met when she was still doing a stint on the indie circuit.

“Hi, ladies.” Jeremy said, holding a bottle of champagne for the three of them. Ameelia stood up and kissed her husband, and Lucy smiled at this; seeing her friend happy is always great. Uncorking the bottle, Jeremy poured each of them a glass.

“Well, here’s to you being kick-ass parents!” Lucy said as the three clinked their glasses together. She would be gone for a while, but when she got back, the fans would be wild, and who knows, they could bury the hatchet in kayfabe and become a tag duo like they always talked about.

And as she and Jeremy left, she looked back at the stadium and smiled. She would still be there, helping behind the scenes, coaching some of the new kids when they got to the ring, but for now, as she gripped her husband’s hand as they drove off, their future was not in the ring.