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In the ring stood Thelka as referees and personnel quickly prepped the ring with the needed set up. The results were clear, this was going to be a powerslap match. A podium was set in the middle of the ring. It had small feet matts on both side and a giant WWFG logo plastered in the middle of it. On opposite ends of the ring small little bowls of chalk were placed. As this was happening the lights darkened, Titantron turning on.

A loud airplane noise ripped as video footage of a plane taking off was shown. It becoming smaller in the frame as the camera panned down, showing the back of a women. She had black hair with platinum blonde tips, Short jean shorts with fishnets running down and a giant P on each butt cheek. She flipped her shoulders around, keeping her feet planted while displaying a peace side. Portias big ol smile highlighted

"I'm back putas!"

I'm a really big deal when I come to Brazil
I'm a really big deal when I come to Brazil
Live a rockstar life in my house on the hills
I'm a really big deal when I come to Brazil

Purple! Pink! White! The Robe Pointe lights hanging from the sky truss strobed rapidly as Come 2 Brazil by Alice Longyu erupted from the speakers. Immediately 6 dancers ran out to center stage, twerking and throwing it back. Quick gyrations were coming from all directions as 3 pops of purple smoke shot up from the center of the stage as Portia Portania ran out, joining the dancers in their twerking. Purple and pink confetti dropped from the top of stage as the party was now in session.

Portia spun around, smile glowing as the crowd popped. A roar hit as they were able to see that strapped to her waist was a big silver belt, with a diamond studded black strap. In the center of the belt was a Brazilian flag, the words "Featherweight Slap Fighting Championship" etched underneath.

“The reigning FEATHERWEIGHT POWER SLAP CHAMPION OF BRAZIIIIL, The Portugese Princess! Portia Portania!”

I'm a b***h, I'm a star, drive a really big car
Go to a really big house with a really big yard
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a private jet
I wear Louis V. suits to the CVS

King: A Power Slap Match??? So what the heck is Power Slap JR, what are we getting here tonight.
JR: So the rules to powerslap King is different from what we usually see here in the WWFG. Competitors have 5 rounds to knock the other woman out. They must stand at the podium. They only get one hit per round. It must be there palm, and must hit their cheek. Defender must not flinch or they will have a strike against them.
King: Unprotected! That's not the kind of unprotected I want to see with these women!
JR: It's a brutal sport king, make no doubt about it. The rules to this contest will differ, but we are going to have to wait to hear about that form the officials.

Portia danced down the ramp, hopping and dancing as her hands made contact with the grips of her fans. Portia was back baby. Despite all of the VISA problems, Bad management, and bad creative she returned. And the gods were in her favor as the results on the titantron showed that this match would be in a style she knew very well.

Portia rolled into the ring. Undoing her belt and holding it high. There was no announcement about it as it wasn't a WWFG sanctioned belt, but she had to show what she had been getting up to while away. She eyed Thelka, greeting her with a smile as she lowered the belt, looking at it then looking at her.

She pointed at Thelka then pointed at the belt, and did that a few rotations as the crowd got loud. Was she offering to put her belt on the line?

"Que?"

The crowd popped. The official taking the belt from Portia, raising it high in the air. Portia smiled with glee as she approached the podium as well. The official held the title high as the announcer began to speak.

"This contest will be a powerslap match for the BRAZAILILILIAN FEATHERWEIGHT POWERSLAP CHAMPIONSHIP! The rules to this match are as follows!

There will be 3 rounds to this contest. Each round will have each competitor attempt to knock out the other with one SINGLE bare slap. Once that slap has been delivered and cleared legal, the defender has 30 seconds to recover before making their own attempt. If they can not make it back to the podium in 30 seconds, they are deemed knocked out!

Both competitors must keep their feet planted and their bodies inside their area. Your swing must be a straight opened hand swing. If your palm makes contact then that is a dq!

While being hit you may NOT flinch. If you do, then the attacker gets an additional hit.

NOW. Once a KO has been declared OR the 3 rounds are up the bell will ring signaling the match to start. The match must be decided by Pinfall or submission.

Who goes first will be decided by coin flip. Portia will be heads, Thelka will be tails.

Good luck"

Portia kept a sturdy face during the rules catch up. She had heard it a billion times before, and knew exactly what to expect. Thelka was a strong woman, that was no doubt, but these 3 rounds were her ballpark.

She saw the official flip the coin high up in the air and catch it on the back of his hand. Portia pointed at Thelka, indicating for her to see the results first.

The crowd roared. The champion was going first. Portia nodded, her demeanor serious. It was time to really look at the situation. Portia was 5'5, 110 pounds, while her opponent was at a staggering 6'7 185 lbs. This was a featherweight belt against a non featherweight. It was ludicrous. The reach difference alone was the size of some snakes.

But none of this caused pause, just expectation as Portia said "direita". Signaling she would be using her right hand for the slap. The crowd got quiet as Portia reached out, having to lean in to really find the spot she wanted to hit. Hand close to her cheek, the Portugese Princess took a deep breath. She brought her hand back. amping the swing back and forth a single time

"1..."

She did it a second time, really bringing more force and thought to the hand and target.

"2...."


Then she brought it back, like someone playing a nelly song in the club in 2024. As far back as one can go with out embarrassing themselves. Then snapped it forward. Swinging a hard a slap as she could to the face of THELKA!

The slap blasted across Portia's face, a shattering sound being clearly heard through the arena. Portia took a step back as she blinked. Her brain rattled in her head as the 70lb weight difference really let its self be shown. Her face showed off a cute deep red as the hit had clearly hit it's mark.

She shrugged her shoulders, with only 10 seconds passing she stepped forward. the official got close to her.

"Are you good to proceed"

Portia gave the man a squinting glance that read "******** off hombre". The message was recieved as the crowd watched on. Portia raised her right hand again

A small whisper escaped her mouth as her hand practiced.

Another practice was seen as more air escaped her mouth.

Then a puff of air rushed through her teeth as her hand came slapping once again, aiming for the cheek of Thelka as hard as she could. All of her power and effort thrown into it.

The shot was just as bad, if not worse than the first one and she massaged her jaw as her face had gotten even redder from the impact. Her eyes stung and she closed them tight to prevent any betrayal of pain or emotion.

It took her almost a full twenty seconds to regain her composure and the official went to check on her only ro receive such a hateful glare that he stepped back involuntarily.

Thelka returned to her position and raised her hand again and this time silently counted in her head before she blew out a breath and tattooed Portia across her cheek again.

The blow caught her flush and a searing burning pain echoed in the Austrian's head as she felt something pop. She went down on her knees, her head dropping to the mat. She shook as one hand went to her cheek almost to her ear, the other slammed the mat repeatedly in anger, Thelka cursing madly.

A doctor came in to check on her and was promptly shoved away as the ref continued. Her vision swam as her equilibrium fought to right itself.

25....26...27.."

She struggled to her feet, her one hand stained with a clearish bloody fluid as she beat the count just as the ref had passed 29."

If she had been angry before, she was downright livid by this point. She tersely answered that she could continue and she raised her hand one last time, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.

1..

2..

She snapped forward, putting everything in her, all her anger into one last slap to Portia's face.

Thelka had retreated back to the neutral corner, shaking her hand. She had put all of her energy into the blow and how Portia was able to stay conscious at this point was anyone's guess.

She repeated checked her ear where the bloody clear liquid still trickled. She wasn't a doctor, but any leaking from the ear was a bad sign.

Something doesn't look right with Thelka. Looks like that one slap did more damage than expected."

"Looks like maybe one of Portia's nails clipped her in the ear?

"no it looks like it's coming out of her ear. If that's the case, she's going to have a rough time with her balance."

The big Austrian lumbered forward and looked to deal Portia a clubbing blow to the back