Post by hawkeye on Feb 10, 2019 18:31:17 GMT
“The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a CHAIN MATCH!!” the ring announcer bellows to a round of raucous applause. He waits for the cheers to die down before continuing, “Each woman will be joined by the wrist to one of their opponents by a ten-foot chain. There are no count-outs, and no disqualifications. Victory is attained only when one member of the team is pinned or submits within the confines of the ring!”
PURE EVIL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGZ-vEHuwNY
As the squealing, soaring guitar intro to Iced Earth’s “Pure Evil” kicks in, the crowd comes alive, knowing that it heralds the arrival of FAWN’s resident biker chicks
“Introducing first...Representing the Steel Jungle...at a total combined weight of two hundred forty-five pounds...Feral and Savage...They are THE WILD ONES!!”
FERAL:
SAVAGE:
The pair stomp onto the stage from opposite ends, meeting in the middle for an embrace and a passionate kiss at the top of the ramp. Despite their PDA, it is clear that both women came ready for war, arrayed in jeans and t-shirts. Leather bomber jackets, black leather combat boots, and spike-studded gloves complete their ensembles, along with the aforementioned ten-foot chains dangling from their necks. The lovers give each other a knowing grin and a nod before turning to the crowd, pumping their fists as they march down to ring. They weren’t happy about being told War Party was getting a title shot, especially after the beating they handed them at Cold November Pain. As consolation for being made to wait an extra month to get their hands on them again, they were allowed to pick the stipulation for this third match in their bitter ongoing war, deciding that keeping the Halfmoons strapped to them would be the best way to prevent any of their usual shenanigans, while also allowing for maximum damage. Once they climb into the ring, with Savage holding the middle and bottom ropes open for her girlfriend as she crouches in between them, they ascend opposing turnbuckles, pumping their fists and leading the FAWN faithful in singing along to their music.
”We’ll paint the sky with blood tonight!
Set free the damned to fight!
The whore of Babylon is here!
The end of the storm is near!”
The rough and tumble tag team then hop down off the turnbuckles and meet in the center of the ring, taking the chains off their shoulders for Nick Castle and Craig Long (again, two referees were deemed necessary to control the action, with one official following each set of combatants) to strap them to their wrists. Thankfully, thinks both of the zebras, given that this a no-holds-barred affair, a pre-match inspection of their ring gear was unnecessary. Once both women are attached to their respective chains, the biker chicks turn their attention to the stage to wait for their rivals.
FIGHT: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_xQ9fPe9cM
As Winterhawk’s “Fight” fires up over the loudspeakers, the lights in FAWN Arena dim and a shower of red, black, and orange lights flicker over the FAWN faithful. The curtains fly open and the Teton Terrors, Kaya and Kasa Halfmoon march out onto the stage and stand there for a few moments, eyeing their rivals, who wait in the ring, motioning for the twins to come get them.
WAR PARTY: KAYA AND KASA HALFMOON:
“And their opponents...From Standing Rock Reservation, North Dakota...Weighing in at a total combined weight of two hundred sixty-seven pounds...Kasa and Kaya Halfmoon...They are THE WAR PARTY!!”
The crowd showers the Lakota twins with boos as they break off their long-distance staredown to address the hard camera on stage.
“You sluts are gonna pay for what you did to my sister!!” Kaya roars at the camera. Indeed, while Kasa had escaped serious injury, the bikers did indeed hurt Kasa severely in their encounter at Cold November Pain, a fact that her twin took quite hard, blaming herself for not being able to protect her sibling. The Teton Twins actually blamed the effects of said beating for their poor performance against Collusion at Season’s Beatings. The high flyer of the team was about to shout out more threats to their opponents when Kasa puts a calming hand on her shoulder and leans down to add her own words to the camera.
“At Cold November Pain, you two had our number,” she begins with uncharacteristic candor, “and you kicked our asses, there’s no sense in denying it. But tonight’s a new night, girls! And we mean to get payback on you two bitches! And we mean to get our payment in blood!”
“That’s right!” Kaya adds, “And with the rulebook out the window tonight, you’re gonna find out just how down and dirty we can get!”
With another clap on Kaya’s back, Kasa gestures to the ring and leads her sister down the ramp. In contrast to Savage and Feral, and perhaps an indication that, even now after the way the Wild Ones thrashed them last month, they still don’t completely take the biker chicks seriously, the Halfmoons are attired in their normal ring gear, both wearing black one-piece swimsuits with crimson red boots and pads. A silver crescent moon is stitched into the right rear hip of Kasa's suit, while an identical one appears on the left side of Kaya’s. Other than that, the Teton Terrors are all but impossible to tell apart. The Lakota twins climb into the ring and settle back into a corner, never taking their eyes off their rivals. When Castle and Long advance on the twins, open ends of the chains in their hands, Kasa holds a hand up, halting the officials in their tracks.
“Now, hold on!” she barks, “We’ll be with you in a minute!” She then turns to her sister, holding her left hand out, palm up, with her right hand balled into a fist and resting in said palm. “Alright, Kaya, come on...Just like we talked about.”
Her sister grimaces as she sets her hands in the same way as Kasa. “Maaaaaan…” she whines, clearly reluctant to go through with whatever they were doing.
“We both agreed this is the fairest way to do this,” Kasa presses, “loser has to be strapped to blondie over there. Now c’mon! We’re wasting time.”
“Fiiiiiiine!” Kaya hems and haws some more, “You say it’s fair, but you always win these!”
“Shut up and count it off!”
“One...two...three, SHOOT!” Both women move their fists to Kaya’s count. On the word shoot, Kaya holds her fist out, while Kasa’s flattens and covers Kaya’s.
“HA!! That’s because you’re so predictable, sister dear.” Kasa grins triumphantly, “Does it never occur to you to do anything besides rock?” Kaya simply groans, tossing her head back.
“Anytime now, bitches!” Savage calls to them impatiently, “We’re getting old over here!”
“Hey, FUCK YOU, bitch!!” Kaya shouts back, flipping her off, while Kasa holds her hotheaded sister back. “They’re gonna have to surgically remove my foot from your ass, so I wouldn’t be in such a hurry if I were you!”
“Alright, alright!” Nick finally has had enough from both sides, “Get over here so we can strap you in, War Party!” The Lakota look at each other before tentatively approaching the officials. Kasa holds out her right hand, while Kaya, being a southpaw, offers her left. Just as the two zebras are about to close the straps around the twins’ wrists, connecting them to their increasingly impatient foes, Kasa and Kaya exchange another knowing look between them and then surge forward, Kasa catching Feral with a sucker punch that jacks the petite black girl’s jaw and Kaya burying a foot into Savage’s stomach. The statuesque blonde is caught off-guard by the blindside attack, doubled over as the air rushes from her lungs, but she recovers quickly, reversing course as Kaya grabs her by the hair and tries to eject her forcibly from the ring. Kaya yelps as she finds herself hurled through the top and middle ropes, tumbling to the floor, landing flat-backed having missed the ring apron. While tempted to chase after her, Savage turns her attention to her girlfriend, who is not faring as well, having been bullied into a nearby corner by the bigger Kasa, and having been laid into by the Teton twin with boot after boot to the featherweight’s midsection.
It is when Feral is seated in the corner, and Kasa has begun choking her with a boot to the throat that Savage intervenes. While the Halfmoons had apparently concocted this premeditated attack to avoid being attached by the wrist to the biker chicks, they don’t seem to have spotted a fatal flaw in their plan. While it did accomplish the immediate goal they were trying to accomplish, they failed to take into account the fact that their opponents now had what amounts to a fairly severe weapon attached to their wrists. In addition, while the Halfmoons’ normal ring attire certainly was more modest than what other FAWN wrestlers wore to the ring, there was still plenty of exposed flesh, which was a detriment for the match they were in, as Kasa was about to find out to her regret. The bare back on Kasa’s swimsuit may as well have had a target painted on it, as it was too tantalizing for the Blonde Bomber to resist, taking her chain in her hands and lashing it across Kasa’s back. Kasa’s eyes grow wide with shock of the pain that just shot through her body. As soon as Kasa drops to her knees and crawls away as fast as she could, Savage leans over to check in on her girlfriend, who was alternatingly coughing and wheezing to get air back into her lungs and growling with rage.
Presently, Kaya makes her way back into the ring and joins her sister by her side when Castle and Long close in on them, and they are none too pleased with their antics. “If you didn’t want to do the match,” Nick begins looking down at the kneeling twins, “you could’ve just no-showed and saved us all the trouble, and gave the time to girls in the back that actually want to be here that aren’t booked.”
The Halfmoon’s expressions went from pained to sour as Castle was dressing them down. “Hey,” Kaya answers as they both look up at the officials,”you can’t blame us for trying.”
“Actually, we can.” Nick was quick to reply, “One last chance, Halfmoons; link up, or you forfeit the match and I award it to the Wild Ones.” The Lakota twins blench at Castle’s ultimatum. Sure, they weren’t looking forward to this display of barbarism, but there was no way they were gonna give those bitches the satisfaction of a forfeit. They both let out a sigh of annoyance as they give each other another look and a nod. Once they get to their feet, they offer the referees their wrists. Once Castle and Long retrieve the open ends of the chains from the now very agitated Wild Ones, who were using this pause to recover from the sneak attack, the officials once again attempt to attach the chains to Kasa and Kaya, this time with no resistance. Now that all four women were strapped in - Savage to Kaya and Feral to Kasa - Nick signaled to the timekeeper to ring the bell to officially begin what promised to be a brutal match.
At the sound of the bell, all four women spring to life, pulling on the ends of their chains to bring their co-captive closer to them and getting a feel for how much slack they have. While Kaya sandbags, dropping to one knee to keep the blonde powerhouse from closing ranks, Feral on the other hand, leaps forward without warning, wrapping her legs around Kasa’s torso, her momentum forcing them back into the corner. As the Jungle Queen begins wailing on Kasa with rights and lefts, Kaya, seeing her twin in trouble, leaps to her aid. Luckily for her, there’s just enough slack in the chains for the hotheaded Lakota to come up behind Feral, chains in hand, and wrap them around her throat.
“I so wanted to be tied to you, you little cunt!” Kaya hisses as she strangles the featherweight, “Not because I’m scared of your big dyke girlfriend, but because I wanted the chance to tear your fucking eyes out!!” Feral chokes and gurgles as she’s forcibly pulled off of Kasa. Unfortunately for Kaya, her rushing to her sister’s aid left her open to retaliation from Savage. No longer sandbagging her, the blonde powerhouse is now easily able to YANK on the chain, bringing Kaya in close range for her to deliver a chain-assisted double axe handle shot right between the eyes, sending the Lakota sprawling to the mat, howling in pain, her hand to her forehead, checking for blood.
Regrettably, Savage yanking on Kaya’s chain also forces Feral to the mat, as the chain around her neck had yet to be released. While she coughs and wheezes, taking gulping breaths of air, Savage mounts Kaya’s prone body and, having wrapped the chain around her fist, lays in heavy shots to the Lakota’s face and forehead. Meanwhile, Kasa finally shakes the cobwebs loose from Feral’s initial assault and advances on the diminutive Black girl menacingly. “Caught me off guard, slut, credit where it’s due,” she growls, grabbing a handful of Feral’s hair, “But now it’s my turn, and I’m gonna hurt you, you fucking bitch!” She drags Feral to her feet and pushes her into the corner they were just in. She then proceeds to pummel the smaller girl with stiff shots to her face, vicious knife-edge chops across her chest, and burying her fist deep into her stomach. Kasa then abandons her pugilistic tactics and simply throttles Feral, wrapping her hands around her throat. Feral kicks and flails as, once more, her air passages are cut off, Kasa’s thumbs directly pressing into her windpipe.
At this point, there’s actually a tie for drawing first blood, as Savage’s bludgeoning, chain-augmented fist busts Kaya open in short order, while Kasa throws in a couple brutal headbutts for good measure while she throttles Feral, making the blood flow from the pink-and-purple haired girl’s forehead. Unfortunately for Kasa, in her zeal to tear Feral apart with her bare hands, she neglects the chain that binds the two of them together. The fact that the chain is lying on the mat between Kasa’s legs does not escape Feral’s notice, however, through the haze of her being brought to the brink of being choked out. Just as she starts seeing spots before her eyes, in a burst of energy, Feral throws Kasa’s hands from her throat, ducks under and behind the bigger girl, and grabs the chain yanking it up between Kasa’s legs, lifting the Lakota off her feet. Kasa howls as her crotch is assaulted, then grunts as she crashes down to the mat, groaning in pain and giving Feral a moment to collect herself.
Meanwhile, having grown bored with pummelling Kaya, Savage climbs off of her and pulls her to her feet roughly by the hair. “Up we go, big mouth!” the statuesque blonde snarls at her tethermate, “Time for you to cash those checks your mouth’s been writing!” She then pushes Kaya into the ropes and shoots her across the ring. Wrapping the chain around her arm, Savage then dashes across to meet her target on the rebound off the ropes, leveling the Lakota grappler with a cringe-inducing lariat that would have been devastating enough without the assistance of the hard steel!
CHAIN-ASSISTED LARIAT: youtu.be/iiIZdwYGxFk?t=15
The Blonde Bomber dips to one knee on the follow-through, as the impact of the lariat sends Kaya flying head over heels, turning her inside out in a flip that ends with her lying, groaning on her stomach. As the Teton Terror tries to push herself up to all fours, Savage (not-so) helpfully assists her to her feet, yanking hard on her hair and bullying her into the corner. Uncoiling the chain from her arm, she then wraps it around Kaya’s neck before ascending to the middle turnbuckle. Leaning down to wrap her arm around the Native American’s throat (and also giving the cameras a good downshirt shot of her impressive cleavage), she then leans back and lifts her almost a foot off the canvas with minimal effort as she tries to Hang ‘em High.
HANG ‘EM HIGH (without the chain): youtu.be/NA9Ds_TUHS4?t=165
Kaya kicks and thrashes about, flailing wildly as Savage tightens the noose, both literally and figuratively. After a good thirty seconds of this, the biker simply releases Kaya, letting her drop to the mat below like a stone, crumpled in a heap. “Ohhhh, no you don’t!” she chides as she hops down from her perch, “Don’t you pass out on me now, bitch! Our fun is just beginning!” She licks her lips as she grips Kaya’s skull on both sides to pull her to her feet, eyeing her prey hungrily as she contemplates the next bit of malice she’ll visit upon the Lakota beauty.
Meanwhile, her twin is not faring much (or any) better. Having almost fully recovered from her throttling, Feral begins laying in brutal knees to the side of Kasa’s head, who is still too dazed from the low blow to put up much of a defense. At the same time, Savage shoots Kaya into the ropes once more, only this time, Kaya has the presence of mind to leap to the second rope and launch herself at the blonde with a beautiful quebrada. Unfortunately for her, though, Savage sees the move coming from a mile away and easily avoids it, walking away from the impact zone with an almost-bored smirk on her face that draws a chuckle from some of the FAWN faithful.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCvBj4Irg7w&feature=youtu.be&t=411
While Kaya groans in agony, splattered on the mat, Savage takes the moment to walk over to her girlfriend, who is now on one knee firing off brutal rabbit punches to the back of a now turtled Kasa’s skull. The statuesque blonde grabs Feral by her hair and forces the smaller girl to her feet. Exchanging an intense look into each other’s eyes, Savage then plants a deep, sloppy kiss on the Punk Princess to a round of raucous applause. After breaking off the kiss, Savage then gives the prone Lakota a swift stomp to the small of her back before returning her attention towards her own adversary.
Kaya has managed to get herself to a kneeling position as the Blonde Bomber looms over her menacingly. “Not so tough when you have to actually back up the shit you talk, huh, bi-YEEEAAARGH!!! BITCH!!” As Savage was berating her foe, Kaya had surged to her feet and grasped the sides of the blonde biker’s head, her thumbs finding her eye sockets. As she reels from the normally illegal assault, the Teton Terror follows up by going to the eyes again, this time by raking her nails across Savage’s baby blues. Another scream from Savage, and then Kaya grabs a tight handful of her flaxen hair with one hand and cradles her shoulder with the other. She then forces the blonde into the ropes and her head down onto the top rope, dragging her from one end to the other, scraping her eyes across the harsh cables, drawing yet another scream from the normally stoic fighter. It doesn’t matter how big and bad you are, the eyes are always a weak spot.
Knowing she doesn’t have much time before her dyke opponent recovers, Kaya wastes no time with trash talk, and instead takes the chain and wraps it around Savage’s neck, then repeats the process a second time. Having done that, she then sends the still-blinded girl over the top rope and then quickly grabs the chain and begins pulling back on it over her shoulder with everything she’s got, keeping the bigger girl dangling, hanging by the throat inches above the Arena floor.
Meanwhile, Feral continues to brutalize her bigger rival with a variety of punches, kicks, and stomps. “Great job last month,” the Jungle Queen taunts Kasa over the Teton Twins’ failed bid for the tag titles at Season’s Beatings, “you sure showed that you deserved that title shot.” she sarcastically twists the knife.
“Rrrrrgh!!” Kasa grunts as she is stomped in the midsection yet again, “Fuck you, bitch!! It’s your fault I wasn’t at a hundred percent! And we’re gonna make you pay for it, too!”
“That a fact?” Feral snorts derisively at Kasa’s threat, “Well, allow me to retort.” With that, she takes a couple steps back and buries a soccer kick deep into Kasa’s ribs, tearing a howl of pain from the Lakota grappler’s lips as she rolls over onto her stomach, as Feral had planned. She then steps over her and grabs her arms, locking her hands together. She then flips over in a bridging position with her tortuous Wave of Mutilation submission hold!
WAVE OF MUTILATION: www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZXxAwXW9UQ
Kasa’s screams and flails as Feral puts as much torque on the hold as she can manage. As small as Feral is and as strong as Kasa is, the awkward positioning means that the Lakota beauty isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“What do you say, Kasa?” Castle jumps in, “Do you submit?”
“AAAAARRRGH!!!” Kasa screams in agony as her arms are slowly being pulled out of their sockets. “NO!!” She finally answers, “I’m not giving this slut the satisfactiOOOOOOOWWWW!!! FUCK!!!”
“You sure about that?” Feral chuckles as she maintains the hold, “I’m pretty sure I can keep this on for a - AAAAHHHHHH, SHT!!” Her taunt is cut off by the lash of Kaya’s chain coming down across the pink-and-purple haired girl’s midsection. The pain from the sudden impact of metal to flesh causes Feral to release the hold, leaving Kasa to roll onto her back and groan in misery. Kaya presses her advantage on Feral, whom she hates even more bitterly than she does Savage - maybe even more than she hates the Bloodwinds - by slapping the petite Black girl, paintbrushing her again and again, then grabbing her head and slamming the back of it against the hard canvas four times in succession. She likely would’ve kept at it, had her twin’s voice not gotten her attention.
“KAYA!!” Kasa shouts, “I’ve got this! Make sure the problem’s dealt with!” Kaya hesitates for a moment, looking down at her dazed victim with a sneer. She hates Feral so much, and she would love nothing more to tear her face off with her bare hands. In the end, though, she nods and follows her sister’s instructions, clambering to her feet and following after Savage, who was still recovering on the floor, coughing and wheezes as she tries to get air back into her lungs. Kaya climbs through the strands and hops down onto the floor as Kasa finally gets to her own feet, shaking out her arms. Enraged at being seemingly outclassed thus far by the novice, Kasa paradoxically seems driven to prove she’s superior to Feral in the ring, dropping a pair of elbows dead center of the Punk Princess’ chest. She follows that up with a series of slams and suplexes that serve to wear the smaller girl out.
Meanwhile, Kaya continues to make the case that she’s the more vicious of the Teton Twins. Pulling on the chain, which is still wrapped around Savage’s throat, with one hand she tears at the corners of the bigger girl’s mouth with the other, in a cruel fishhook.
“It’s your piece of shit girlfriend I really want to get my hands on!” she hisses into Savage’s ear, “But since Kasa has a plan, I’ll settle for this!”.With that, she spins the Blonde Bomber around to face her, and she tears her t-shirt asunder, exposing a lacy, daisy-yellow bra covering her huge breasts.”Huh.” Kaya deadpans,”Didn’t have you pegged as the girly-girl type.”
“Always going after my top, huh?” Savage retorts with a smirk, “Sorry, honey, you ain’t my type. Besides, your skank ass can’t handle what I got.”
“Ha!” Kaya chuckles humorlessly, “You wish! Unfortunately for you, I don’t swing that way. No, I just wanna hurt you as much as I can! And these,” with that, she bares her claws and sinks them deep into Savage’s breasts, “are your biggest targets!”
Savage howls in pain and grabs Kaya’s wrists, trying to prise her loose from her boobs, but her claws are firmly entrenched as she twists and mauls with a look of sadistic glee on her face. Presently, Kasa who has Feral locked in a punishing Boston Crab, takes a look over and sees her twin’s catty attack on Savage. While she grins a little at seeing the blond bitch that’s been such a thorn in their side suffering, she also knows they’ve got a job to do.
“KAYA!!” She calls to her sister once more, with a tinge of irritation in her voice, “QUIT SCREWING AROUND AND TAKE CARE OF THE BITCH BEFORE SHE GETS HER SECOND WIND, ALREADY!!”
“Hmph...spoilsport!” Kaya pouts at her sister’s admonishment. Nonetheless, she follows Kasa’s instructions, releasing the Blonde Bomber’s teats, leaving her massage her aching breasts while she prepares whatever their planned next move is.
“Bitch…” Savage growls as she tends to her aching breasts, “...I’ll get you for that.”
“Promises, promises.” Kaya mocks her as she drops the chair she had just grabbed from under the ring. She then slides under the bottom rope at the nearest corner and back out to the floor again, so that she and Savage are on opposite sides of the ringpost. She then YANKS on the chain to send the still-reeling Savage on a face-first collision course with the post. Sure enough, the bigger girl groans in agony as her body violently slams into the unforgiving steel. Kaya then slides back to the other side of the corner, retrieving the chair she’d deposited on the floor, which she brings to bear across Savage’s back with a sickening CRACK. She then slides the chair into the ring and encircles Savage in a similar fashion a few more times, effectively binding the statuesque blonde to the ringpost. Another whack of the chair to Savage’s back halts her struggling, and Kaya then grips her chin, forcing her to watch Kasa torturing her girlfriend. “Looks like your girl’s in trouble, sugartits.” Kaya taunts her gleefully, “If I were you, I’d think about throwing in the towel to spare her some suffering.”
Savage grunts and growls wordlessly, but she refuses to submit on Feral’s behalf. Kaya shrugs and shouts to her twin, “No dice, sis! Seems she’s just as stubborn as her stupid girlfriend!”
Kasa grins and releases the Boston Crab, throwing Feral’s legs down forcefully as she stands up. “No worries.” she replies as she strides over to pick up the chair Kaya had slid into the ring. “I’m sure she can be…persuaded.” Kasa lets that last word hang in the air ominously as she returns to loom threateningly over Feral’s prone body.
“Last chance, blondie,” Kaya hisses, “give it up, or watch the love of your life get bludgeoned. Your choice.” Savage again bites her tongue as Kaya keeps her head fixed on the center of the ring. After a pause to give Savage a chance to answer, she nods to her sister to commence with her weapon when no answer comes. Kasa nods in turn and lifts the chair high above her head, and brings it down hard across Feral’s back, who screams in torment upon impact. Then another chairshot to the back, then another. Before each shot, Kasa looks over to Savage to see if she’s changed her mind. The statuesque blonde looks almost as anguished as her partner, tears running down her face at seeing her girlfriend brutalized in such a fashion. But she still does not assent to a submission. Tiring of the pair’s stubbornness, Kasa moves up to Feral’s head and again raises the chair high. When the implication is again met with silence from Savage, Kasa SLAMS the chair down over Feral’s head twice in rapid succession.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Kaya, Savage has been plotting her escape from this makeshift bondage. As she struggled in the beginning, Savage began flexing her considerable muscle to provide a little bit of slack in the chains. When that slack went unnoticed by the Teton Terror, she then worked, little by little, to get a hand free. Having succeeded in that, seemingly unnoticed by her captor, Savage now, having gotten her right arm from elbow to hand free, she then grabs the chain and, having enough slack to step aside a little bit, yanks on the chain. Kaya, completely caught off-guard, slams into the ringpost and slumps to her knees as she hugs the ringpost.
“Shit.” Kasa winces, seeing that Savage has managed to free herself. As she sees the Blonde Bomber move to unravel the chain from the ringpost, she realizes she’s got to move fast. Figuring she’s done more than enough damage to Feral, she tosses the chair aside and goes for a lateral pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-NOOOO!!!
At the very last possible moment, Feral’s body jerks aside, leaving Kasa to look down on her bitter foe with disbelief. Meanwhile, Savage has finally unraveled the chain and is standing over Kaya, eyes bulging with rage.
“Fuuuuck…” Kaya groans as she realizes the gravity of the situation and the danger she’s in. Without another word, Savage pounces, levelling Kaya with a diving seated lariat. She then wraps the chain tightly around Kaya’s neck and drags her up the entrance ramp while Long scrambles to keep up with them. Having gotten to the stage, Savage begins whipping Kaya mercilessly with the chain, over and over, across her back and midsection as the Lakota fighter tries to roll away to relative safety to no avail. She then drags the worn-out Kaya to her feet by the hair and quickly thrusts her head between her thighs. She flips her up and over her head and brings her crashing down violently on the stage. Then, in an impressive display of power, she deadlifts her back up and brings her crashing back down once more, completing the double powerbomb she calls Double Tap.
DOUBLE TAP: www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNPzOYmirQI
While Kaya is writhing on the stage in agony, Savage hops down to the floor below. Meanwhile, in the ring, Kasa drags Feral to her feet and shoots her into the ropes. However, Feral is able to duck the chain-assisted clothesline Kasa had planned for the pink-and-purple haired featherweight. On the rebound, Kasa was thus unprepared for when Feral launches herself at Kasa, wrapping her legs around her head and turning over in what appears at first to be a flying head scissors. Instead, Feral transitions it in mid-turn into her SCREAM, BITCH!! octopus hold!
SCREAM, BITCH!!: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jORQluSodR4
The crowd roars its approval, as the action reaches a fever pitch. Castle again moves in to check on the now screaming Kasa.
“Kasa, do you wanna give it up?”
“AAAAARRRGH...NOOOOO!!!” Kasa cries out in agony, remaining defiant. Meanwhile, Savage climbs back onto the stage, just in time for Kaya to push herself onto all fours. The Blonde Bomber wraps her arms around her waist and lifts her up, gutwrench-style, over her head. Repositioning her hands under Kaya’s armpits to form a crucifix position, the fans that are paying attention to this portion of the action rumble in anticipation.
“You brought this on yourself, bitch. Time to get Ruined!” With that, she takes a running start and launches Kaya off the stage and through the stack of tables she set up below with her Ruiner signature move!
RUINER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-Ypix_FDKE
Kaya crashes to the floor below as Craig scrambles to her side to make sure she’s still breathing. He calls for medics to see to the Lakota beauty while Savage stands above the fray, soaking in the “HO-LY SHIT” chants. Before long, she turns her attention back to the ring, where Kasa still hasn’t submitted to the punishing octopus hold. Getting an idea, Feral climbs off of her and dashes for the ropes. On the rebound, she again launches into another SCREAM, BITCH!!, only this time, she begins wrapping the chain across Kasa’s face a couple times. Wrenching back on the chain, Kasa’s screaming goes to a whole new level as Nick leans in once more.
“What do you say, Kasa? Do you want me to stop the match?”
“NOOO….AAAAAAHHHH, GOD!! FUUUUUUCK!!! YES!! YES, I SUBMIT!!”
A second later, Castle is signaling for the bell as the FAWNatics roar their approval. Savage, having unstrapped herself from Kaya so the paramedics can work on her, makes her way to the ring to celebrate with her girlfriend as the ring announcer has to shout to be heard above the roar of the crowd.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...YOUR WINNERS, BY SUBMISSION...THE WILD ONES!!!”
More raucous applause follows as the two lovers embrace in the middle of the ring and engage in a passionate victory kiss. When Savage breaks off the kiss, she calls for a microphone.
“Hey, Halfmoons!” She begins, then waits for the crowd to quiet down to continue. “If you bitches think that we’re satisfied just by balancing the ledger between us, you’re out of your damned minds! No, we’ve already gotten the go ahead for one final match between us and you! So you’d better make sure you heal up real good, because at March to War, you and us, one last time...IN A STREET FIGHT!!” she throws the mic down with a thud as the crowd cheers the pair, and the prospect of an even more violent face-off between the two teams in a couple months. As “Pure Evil” fires up over the loudspeakers, the pair ascend the turnbuckles and lead the crowd in singing along.
Hear the ghost of violence
Fear the god of detriment
Hear the ghost of violence
Fear the god of detriment!
PURE EVIL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGZ-vEHuwNY
As the squealing, soaring guitar intro to Iced Earth’s “Pure Evil” kicks in, the crowd comes alive, knowing that it heralds the arrival of FAWN’s resident biker chicks
“Introducing first...Representing the Steel Jungle...at a total combined weight of two hundred forty-five pounds...Feral and Savage...They are THE WILD ONES!!”
FERAL:
SAVAGE:
The pair stomp onto the stage from opposite ends, meeting in the middle for an embrace and a passionate kiss at the top of the ramp. Despite their PDA, it is clear that both women came ready for war, arrayed in jeans and t-shirts. Leather bomber jackets, black leather combat boots, and spike-studded gloves complete their ensembles, along with the aforementioned ten-foot chains dangling from their necks. The lovers give each other a knowing grin and a nod before turning to the crowd, pumping their fists as they march down to ring. They weren’t happy about being told War Party was getting a title shot, especially after the beating they handed them at Cold November Pain. As consolation for being made to wait an extra month to get their hands on them again, they were allowed to pick the stipulation for this third match in their bitter ongoing war, deciding that keeping the Halfmoons strapped to them would be the best way to prevent any of their usual shenanigans, while also allowing for maximum damage. Once they climb into the ring, with Savage holding the middle and bottom ropes open for her girlfriend as she crouches in between them, they ascend opposing turnbuckles, pumping their fists and leading the FAWN faithful in singing along to their music.
”We’ll paint the sky with blood tonight!
Set free the damned to fight!
The whore of Babylon is here!
The end of the storm is near!”
The rough and tumble tag team then hop down off the turnbuckles and meet in the center of the ring, taking the chains off their shoulders for Nick Castle and Craig Long (again, two referees were deemed necessary to control the action, with one official following each set of combatants) to strap them to their wrists. Thankfully, thinks both of the zebras, given that this a no-holds-barred affair, a pre-match inspection of their ring gear was unnecessary. Once both women are attached to their respective chains, the biker chicks turn their attention to the stage to wait for their rivals.
FIGHT: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_xQ9fPe9cM
As Winterhawk’s “Fight” fires up over the loudspeakers, the lights in FAWN Arena dim and a shower of red, black, and orange lights flicker over the FAWN faithful. The curtains fly open and the Teton Terrors, Kaya and Kasa Halfmoon march out onto the stage and stand there for a few moments, eyeing their rivals, who wait in the ring, motioning for the twins to come get them.
WAR PARTY: KAYA AND KASA HALFMOON:
“And their opponents...From Standing Rock Reservation, North Dakota...Weighing in at a total combined weight of two hundred sixty-seven pounds...Kasa and Kaya Halfmoon...They are THE WAR PARTY!!”
The crowd showers the Lakota twins with boos as they break off their long-distance staredown to address the hard camera on stage.
“You sluts are gonna pay for what you did to my sister!!” Kaya roars at the camera. Indeed, while Kasa had escaped serious injury, the bikers did indeed hurt Kasa severely in their encounter at Cold November Pain, a fact that her twin took quite hard, blaming herself for not being able to protect her sibling. The Teton Twins actually blamed the effects of said beating for their poor performance against Collusion at Season’s Beatings. The high flyer of the team was about to shout out more threats to their opponents when Kasa puts a calming hand on her shoulder and leans down to add her own words to the camera.
“At Cold November Pain, you two had our number,” she begins with uncharacteristic candor, “and you kicked our asses, there’s no sense in denying it. But tonight’s a new night, girls! And we mean to get payback on you two bitches! And we mean to get our payment in blood!”
“That’s right!” Kaya adds, “And with the rulebook out the window tonight, you’re gonna find out just how down and dirty we can get!”
With another clap on Kaya’s back, Kasa gestures to the ring and leads her sister down the ramp. In contrast to Savage and Feral, and perhaps an indication that, even now after the way the Wild Ones thrashed them last month, they still don’t completely take the biker chicks seriously, the Halfmoons are attired in their normal ring gear, both wearing black one-piece swimsuits with crimson red boots and pads. A silver crescent moon is stitched into the right rear hip of Kasa's suit, while an identical one appears on the left side of Kaya’s. Other than that, the Teton Terrors are all but impossible to tell apart. The Lakota twins climb into the ring and settle back into a corner, never taking their eyes off their rivals. When Castle and Long advance on the twins, open ends of the chains in their hands, Kasa holds a hand up, halting the officials in their tracks.
“Now, hold on!” she barks, “We’ll be with you in a minute!” She then turns to her sister, holding her left hand out, palm up, with her right hand balled into a fist and resting in said palm. “Alright, Kaya, come on...Just like we talked about.”
Her sister grimaces as she sets her hands in the same way as Kasa. “Maaaaaan…” she whines, clearly reluctant to go through with whatever they were doing.
“We both agreed this is the fairest way to do this,” Kasa presses, “loser has to be strapped to blondie over there. Now c’mon! We’re wasting time.”
“Fiiiiiiine!” Kaya hems and haws some more, “You say it’s fair, but you always win these!”
“Shut up and count it off!”
“One...two...three, SHOOT!” Both women move their fists to Kaya’s count. On the word shoot, Kaya holds her fist out, while Kasa’s flattens and covers Kaya’s.
“HA!! That’s because you’re so predictable, sister dear.” Kasa grins triumphantly, “Does it never occur to you to do anything besides rock?” Kaya simply groans, tossing her head back.
“Anytime now, bitches!” Savage calls to them impatiently, “We’re getting old over here!”
“Hey, FUCK YOU, bitch!!” Kaya shouts back, flipping her off, while Kasa holds her hotheaded sister back. “They’re gonna have to surgically remove my foot from your ass, so I wouldn’t be in such a hurry if I were you!”
“Alright, alright!” Nick finally has had enough from both sides, “Get over here so we can strap you in, War Party!” The Lakota look at each other before tentatively approaching the officials. Kasa holds out her right hand, while Kaya, being a southpaw, offers her left. Just as the two zebras are about to close the straps around the twins’ wrists, connecting them to their increasingly impatient foes, Kasa and Kaya exchange another knowing look between them and then surge forward, Kasa catching Feral with a sucker punch that jacks the petite black girl’s jaw and Kaya burying a foot into Savage’s stomach. The statuesque blonde is caught off-guard by the blindside attack, doubled over as the air rushes from her lungs, but she recovers quickly, reversing course as Kaya grabs her by the hair and tries to eject her forcibly from the ring. Kaya yelps as she finds herself hurled through the top and middle ropes, tumbling to the floor, landing flat-backed having missed the ring apron. While tempted to chase after her, Savage turns her attention to her girlfriend, who is not faring as well, having been bullied into a nearby corner by the bigger Kasa, and having been laid into by the Teton twin with boot after boot to the featherweight’s midsection.
It is when Feral is seated in the corner, and Kasa has begun choking her with a boot to the throat that Savage intervenes. While the Halfmoons had apparently concocted this premeditated attack to avoid being attached by the wrist to the biker chicks, they don’t seem to have spotted a fatal flaw in their plan. While it did accomplish the immediate goal they were trying to accomplish, they failed to take into account the fact that their opponents now had what amounts to a fairly severe weapon attached to their wrists. In addition, while the Halfmoons’ normal ring attire certainly was more modest than what other FAWN wrestlers wore to the ring, there was still plenty of exposed flesh, which was a detriment for the match they were in, as Kasa was about to find out to her regret. The bare back on Kasa’s swimsuit may as well have had a target painted on it, as it was too tantalizing for the Blonde Bomber to resist, taking her chain in her hands and lashing it across Kasa’s back. Kasa’s eyes grow wide with shock of the pain that just shot through her body. As soon as Kasa drops to her knees and crawls away as fast as she could, Savage leans over to check in on her girlfriend, who was alternatingly coughing and wheezing to get air back into her lungs and growling with rage.
Presently, Kaya makes her way back into the ring and joins her sister by her side when Castle and Long close in on them, and they are none too pleased with their antics. “If you didn’t want to do the match,” Nick begins looking down at the kneeling twins, “you could’ve just no-showed and saved us all the trouble, and gave the time to girls in the back that actually want to be here that aren’t booked.”
The Halfmoon’s expressions went from pained to sour as Castle was dressing them down. “Hey,” Kaya answers as they both look up at the officials,”you can’t blame us for trying.”
“Actually, we can.” Nick was quick to reply, “One last chance, Halfmoons; link up, or you forfeit the match and I award it to the Wild Ones.” The Lakota twins blench at Castle’s ultimatum. Sure, they weren’t looking forward to this display of barbarism, but there was no way they were gonna give those bitches the satisfaction of a forfeit. They both let out a sigh of annoyance as they give each other another look and a nod. Once they get to their feet, they offer the referees their wrists. Once Castle and Long retrieve the open ends of the chains from the now very agitated Wild Ones, who were using this pause to recover from the sneak attack, the officials once again attempt to attach the chains to Kasa and Kaya, this time with no resistance. Now that all four women were strapped in - Savage to Kaya and Feral to Kasa - Nick signaled to the timekeeper to ring the bell to officially begin what promised to be a brutal match.
At the sound of the bell, all four women spring to life, pulling on the ends of their chains to bring their co-captive closer to them and getting a feel for how much slack they have. While Kaya sandbags, dropping to one knee to keep the blonde powerhouse from closing ranks, Feral on the other hand, leaps forward without warning, wrapping her legs around Kasa’s torso, her momentum forcing them back into the corner. As the Jungle Queen begins wailing on Kasa with rights and lefts, Kaya, seeing her twin in trouble, leaps to her aid. Luckily for her, there’s just enough slack in the chains for the hotheaded Lakota to come up behind Feral, chains in hand, and wrap them around her throat.
“I so wanted to be tied to you, you little cunt!” Kaya hisses as she strangles the featherweight, “Not because I’m scared of your big dyke girlfriend, but because I wanted the chance to tear your fucking eyes out!!” Feral chokes and gurgles as she’s forcibly pulled off of Kasa. Unfortunately for Kaya, her rushing to her sister’s aid left her open to retaliation from Savage. No longer sandbagging her, the blonde powerhouse is now easily able to YANK on the chain, bringing Kaya in close range for her to deliver a chain-assisted double axe handle shot right between the eyes, sending the Lakota sprawling to the mat, howling in pain, her hand to her forehead, checking for blood.
Regrettably, Savage yanking on Kaya’s chain also forces Feral to the mat, as the chain around her neck had yet to be released. While she coughs and wheezes, taking gulping breaths of air, Savage mounts Kaya’s prone body and, having wrapped the chain around her fist, lays in heavy shots to the Lakota’s face and forehead. Meanwhile, Kasa finally shakes the cobwebs loose from Feral’s initial assault and advances on the diminutive Black girl menacingly. “Caught me off guard, slut, credit where it’s due,” she growls, grabbing a handful of Feral’s hair, “But now it’s my turn, and I’m gonna hurt you, you fucking bitch!” She drags Feral to her feet and pushes her into the corner they were just in. She then proceeds to pummel the smaller girl with stiff shots to her face, vicious knife-edge chops across her chest, and burying her fist deep into her stomach. Kasa then abandons her pugilistic tactics and simply throttles Feral, wrapping her hands around her throat. Feral kicks and flails as, once more, her air passages are cut off, Kasa’s thumbs directly pressing into her windpipe.
At this point, there’s actually a tie for drawing first blood, as Savage’s bludgeoning, chain-augmented fist busts Kaya open in short order, while Kasa throws in a couple brutal headbutts for good measure while she throttles Feral, making the blood flow from the pink-and-purple haired girl’s forehead. Unfortunately for Kasa, in her zeal to tear Feral apart with her bare hands, she neglects the chain that binds the two of them together. The fact that the chain is lying on the mat between Kasa’s legs does not escape Feral’s notice, however, through the haze of her being brought to the brink of being choked out. Just as she starts seeing spots before her eyes, in a burst of energy, Feral throws Kasa’s hands from her throat, ducks under and behind the bigger girl, and grabs the chain yanking it up between Kasa’s legs, lifting the Lakota off her feet. Kasa howls as her crotch is assaulted, then grunts as she crashes down to the mat, groaning in pain and giving Feral a moment to collect herself.
Meanwhile, having grown bored with pummelling Kaya, Savage climbs off of her and pulls her to her feet roughly by the hair. “Up we go, big mouth!” the statuesque blonde snarls at her tethermate, “Time for you to cash those checks your mouth’s been writing!” She then pushes Kaya into the ropes and shoots her across the ring. Wrapping the chain around her arm, Savage then dashes across to meet her target on the rebound off the ropes, leveling the Lakota grappler with a cringe-inducing lariat that would have been devastating enough without the assistance of the hard steel!
CHAIN-ASSISTED LARIAT: youtu.be/iiIZdwYGxFk?t=15
The Blonde Bomber dips to one knee on the follow-through, as the impact of the lariat sends Kaya flying head over heels, turning her inside out in a flip that ends with her lying, groaning on her stomach. As the Teton Terror tries to push herself up to all fours, Savage (not-so) helpfully assists her to her feet, yanking hard on her hair and bullying her into the corner. Uncoiling the chain from her arm, she then wraps it around Kaya’s neck before ascending to the middle turnbuckle. Leaning down to wrap her arm around the Native American’s throat (and also giving the cameras a good downshirt shot of her impressive cleavage), she then leans back and lifts her almost a foot off the canvas with minimal effort as she tries to Hang ‘em High.
HANG ‘EM HIGH (without the chain): youtu.be/NA9Ds_TUHS4?t=165
Kaya kicks and thrashes about, flailing wildly as Savage tightens the noose, both literally and figuratively. After a good thirty seconds of this, the biker simply releases Kaya, letting her drop to the mat below like a stone, crumpled in a heap. “Ohhhh, no you don’t!” she chides as she hops down from her perch, “Don’t you pass out on me now, bitch! Our fun is just beginning!” She licks her lips as she grips Kaya’s skull on both sides to pull her to her feet, eyeing her prey hungrily as she contemplates the next bit of malice she’ll visit upon the Lakota beauty.
Meanwhile, her twin is not faring much (or any) better. Having almost fully recovered from her throttling, Feral begins laying in brutal knees to the side of Kasa’s head, who is still too dazed from the low blow to put up much of a defense. At the same time, Savage shoots Kaya into the ropes once more, only this time, Kaya has the presence of mind to leap to the second rope and launch herself at the blonde with a beautiful quebrada. Unfortunately for her, though, Savage sees the move coming from a mile away and easily avoids it, walking away from the impact zone with an almost-bored smirk on her face that draws a chuckle from some of the FAWN faithful.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCvBj4Irg7w&feature=youtu.be&t=411
While Kaya groans in agony, splattered on the mat, Savage takes the moment to walk over to her girlfriend, who is now on one knee firing off brutal rabbit punches to the back of a now turtled Kasa’s skull. The statuesque blonde grabs Feral by her hair and forces the smaller girl to her feet. Exchanging an intense look into each other’s eyes, Savage then plants a deep, sloppy kiss on the Punk Princess to a round of raucous applause. After breaking off the kiss, Savage then gives the prone Lakota a swift stomp to the small of her back before returning her attention towards her own adversary.
Kaya has managed to get herself to a kneeling position as the Blonde Bomber looms over her menacingly. “Not so tough when you have to actually back up the shit you talk, huh, bi-YEEEAAARGH!!! BITCH!!” As Savage was berating her foe, Kaya had surged to her feet and grasped the sides of the blonde biker’s head, her thumbs finding her eye sockets. As she reels from the normally illegal assault, the Teton Terror follows up by going to the eyes again, this time by raking her nails across Savage’s baby blues. Another scream from Savage, and then Kaya grabs a tight handful of her flaxen hair with one hand and cradles her shoulder with the other. She then forces the blonde into the ropes and her head down onto the top rope, dragging her from one end to the other, scraping her eyes across the harsh cables, drawing yet another scream from the normally stoic fighter. It doesn’t matter how big and bad you are, the eyes are always a weak spot.
Knowing she doesn’t have much time before her dyke opponent recovers, Kaya wastes no time with trash talk, and instead takes the chain and wraps it around Savage’s neck, then repeats the process a second time. Having done that, she then sends the still-blinded girl over the top rope and then quickly grabs the chain and begins pulling back on it over her shoulder with everything she’s got, keeping the bigger girl dangling, hanging by the throat inches above the Arena floor.
Meanwhile, Feral continues to brutalize her bigger rival with a variety of punches, kicks, and stomps. “Great job last month,” the Jungle Queen taunts Kasa over the Teton Twins’ failed bid for the tag titles at Season’s Beatings, “you sure showed that you deserved that title shot.” she sarcastically twists the knife.
“Rrrrrgh!!” Kasa grunts as she is stomped in the midsection yet again, “Fuck you, bitch!! It’s your fault I wasn’t at a hundred percent! And we’re gonna make you pay for it, too!”
“That a fact?” Feral snorts derisively at Kasa’s threat, “Well, allow me to retort.” With that, she takes a couple steps back and buries a soccer kick deep into Kasa’s ribs, tearing a howl of pain from the Lakota grappler’s lips as she rolls over onto her stomach, as Feral had planned. She then steps over her and grabs her arms, locking her hands together. She then flips over in a bridging position with her tortuous Wave of Mutilation submission hold!
WAVE OF MUTILATION: www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZXxAwXW9UQ
Kasa’s screams and flails as Feral puts as much torque on the hold as she can manage. As small as Feral is and as strong as Kasa is, the awkward positioning means that the Lakota beauty isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“What do you say, Kasa?” Castle jumps in, “Do you submit?”
“AAAAARRRGH!!!” Kasa screams in agony as her arms are slowly being pulled out of their sockets. “NO!!” She finally answers, “I’m not giving this slut the satisfactiOOOOOOOWWWW!!! FUCK!!!”
“You sure about that?” Feral chuckles as she maintains the hold, “I’m pretty sure I can keep this on for a - AAAAHHHHHH, SHT!!” Her taunt is cut off by the lash of Kaya’s chain coming down across the pink-and-purple haired girl’s midsection. The pain from the sudden impact of metal to flesh causes Feral to release the hold, leaving Kasa to roll onto her back and groan in misery. Kaya presses her advantage on Feral, whom she hates even more bitterly than she does Savage - maybe even more than she hates the Bloodwinds - by slapping the petite Black girl, paintbrushing her again and again, then grabbing her head and slamming the back of it against the hard canvas four times in succession. She likely would’ve kept at it, had her twin’s voice not gotten her attention.
“KAYA!!” Kasa shouts, “I’ve got this! Make sure the problem’s dealt with!” Kaya hesitates for a moment, looking down at her dazed victim with a sneer. She hates Feral so much, and she would love nothing more to tear her face off with her bare hands. In the end, though, she nods and follows her sister’s instructions, clambering to her feet and following after Savage, who was still recovering on the floor, coughing and wheezes as she tries to get air back into her lungs. Kaya climbs through the strands and hops down onto the floor as Kasa finally gets to her own feet, shaking out her arms. Enraged at being seemingly outclassed thus far by the novice, Kasa paradoxically seems driven to prove she’s superior to Feral in the ring, dropping a pair of elbows dead center of the Punk Princess’ chest. She follows that up with a series of slams and suplexes that serve to wear the smaller girl out.
Meanwhile, Kaya continues to make the case that she’s the more vicious of the Teton Twins. Pulling on the chain, which is still wrapped around Savage’s throat, with one hand she tears at the corners of the bigger girl’s mouth with the other, in a cruel fishhook.
“It’s your piece of shit girlfriend I really want to get my hands on!” she hisses into Savage’s ear, “But since Kasa has a plan, I’ll settle for this!”.With that, she spins the Blonde Bomber around to face her, and she tears her t-shirt asunder, exposing a lacy, daisy-yellow bra covering her huge breasts.”Huh.” Kaya deadpans,”Didn’t have you pegged as the girly-girl type.”
“Always going after my top, huh?” Savage retorts with a smirk, “Sorry, honey, you ain’t my type. Besides, your skank ass can’t handle what I got.”
“Ha!” Kaya chuckles humorlessly, “You wish! Unfortunately for you, I don’t swing that way. No, I just wanna hurt you as much as I can! And these,” with that, she bares her claws and sinks them deep into Savage’s breasts, “are your biggest targets!”
Savage howls in pain and grabs Kaya’s wrists, trying to prise her loose from her boobs, but her claws are firmly entrenched as she twists and mauls with a look of sadistic glee on her face. Presently, Kasa who has Feral locked in a punishing Boston Crab, takes a look over and sees her twin’s catty attack on Savage. While she grins a little at seeing the blond bitch that’s been such a thorn in their side suffering, she also knows they’ve got a job to do.
“KAYA!!” She calls to her sister once more, with a tinge of irritation in her voice, “QUIT SCREWING AROUND AND TAKE CARE OF THE BITCH BEFORE SHE GETS HER SECOND WIND, ALREADY!!”
“Hmph...spoilsport!” Kaya pouts at her sister’s admonishment. Nonetheless, she follows Kasa’s instructions, releasing the Blonde Bomber’s teats, leaving her massage her aching breasts while she prepares whatever their planned next move is.
“Bitch…” Savage growls as she tends to her aching breasts, “...I’ll get you for that.”
“Promises, promises.” Kaya mocks her as she drops the chair she had just grabbed from under the ring. She then slides under the bottom rope at the nearest corner and back out to the floor again, so that she and Savage are on opposite sides of the ringpost. She then YANKS on the chain to send the still-reeling Savage on a face-first collision course with the post. Sure enough, the bigger girl groans in agony as her body violently slams into the unforgiving steel. Kaya then slides back to the other side of the corner, retrieving the chair she’d deposited on the floor, which she brings to bear across Savage’s back with a sickening CRACK. She then slides the chair into the ring and encircles Savage in a similar fashion a few more times, effectively binding the statuesque blonde to the ringpost. Another whack of the chair to Savage’s back halts her struggling, and Kaya then grips her chin, forcing her to watch Kasa torturing her girlfriend. “Looks like your girl’s in trouble, sugartits.” Kaya taunts her gleefully, “If I were you, I’d think about throwing in the towel to spare her some suffering.”
Savage grunts and growls wordlessly, but she refuses to submit on Feral’s behalf. Kaya shrugs and shouts to her twin, “No dice, sis! Seems she’s just as stubborn as her stupid girlfriend!”
Kasa grins and releases the Boston Crab, throwing Feral’s legs down forcefully as she stands up. “No worries.” she replies as she strides over to pick up the chair Kaya had slid into the ring. “I’m sure she can be…persuaded.” Kasa lets that last word hang in the air ominously as she returns to loom threateningly over Feral’s prone body.
“Last chance, blondie,” Kaya hisses, “give it up, or watch the love of your life get bludgeoned. Your choice.” Savage again bites her tongue as Kaya keeps her head fixed on the center of the ring. After a pause to give Savage a chance to answer, she nods to her sister to commence with her weapon when no answer comes. Kasa nods in turn and lifts the chair high above her head, and brings it down hard across Feral’s back, who screams in torment upon impact. Then another chairshot to the back, then another. Before each shot, Kasa looks over to Savage to see if she’s changed her mind. The statuesque blonde looks almost as anguished as her partner, tears running down her face at seeing her girlfriend brutalized in such a fashion. But she still does not assent to a submission. Tiring of the pair’s stubbornness, Kasa moves up to Feral’s head and again raises the chair high. When the implication is again met with silence from Savage, Kasa SLAMS the chair down over Feral’s head twice in rapid succession.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Kaya, Savage has been plotting her escape from this makeshift bondage. As she struggled in the beginning, Savage began flexing her considerable muscle to provide a little bit of slack in the chains. When that slack went unnoticed by the Teton Terror, she then worked, little by little, to get a hand free. Having succeeded in that, seemingly unnoticed by her captor, Savage now, having gotten her right arm from elbow to hand free, she then grabs the chain and, having enough slack to step aside a little bit, yanks on the chain. Kaya, completely caught off-guard, slams into the ringpost and slumps to her knees as she hugs the ringpost.
“Shit.” Kasa winces, seeing that Savage has managed to free herself. As she sees the Blonde Bomber move to unravel the chain from the ringpost, she realizes she’s got to move fast. Figuring she’s done more than enough damage to Feral, she tosses the chair aside and goes for a lateral pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-NOOOO!!!
At the very last possible moment, Feral’s body jerks aside, leaving Kasa to look down on her bitter foe with disbelief. Meanwhile, Savage has finally unraveled the chain and is standing over Kaya, eyes bulging with rage.
“Fuuuuck…” Kaya groans as she realizes the gravity of the situation and the danger she’s in. Without another word, Savage pounces, levelling Kaya with a diving seated lariat. She then wraps the chain tightly around Kaya’s neck and drags her up the entrance ramp while Long scrambles to keep up with them. Having gotten to the stage, Savage begins whipping Kaya mercilessly with the chain, over and over, across her back and midsection as the Lakota fighter tries to roll away to relative safety to no avail. She then drags the worn-out Kaya to her feet by the hair and quickly thrusts her head between her thighs. She flips her up and over her head and brings her crashing down violently on the stage. Then, in an impressive display of power, she deadlifts her back up and brings her crashing back down once more, completing the double powerbomb she calls Double Tap.
DOUBLE TAP: www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNPzOYmirQI
While Kaya is writhing on the stage in agony, Savage hops down to the floor below. Meanwhile, in the ring, Kasa drags Feral to her feet and shoots her into the ropes. However, Feral is able to duck the chain-assisted clothesline Kasa had planned for the pink-and-purple haired featherweight. On the rebound, Kasa was thus unprepared for when Feral launches herself at Kasa, wrapping her legs around her head and turning over in what appears at first to be a flying head scissors. Instead, Feral transitions it in mid-turn into her SCREAM, BITCH!! octopus hold!
SCREAM, BITCH!!: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jORQluSodR4
The crowd roars its approval, as the action reaches a fever pitch. Castle again moves in to check on the now screaming Kasa.
“Kasa, do you wanna give it up?”
“AAAAARRRGH...NOOOOO!!!” Kasa cries out in agony, remaining defiant. Meanwhile, Savage climbs back onto the stage, just in time for Kaya to push herself onto all fours. The Blonde Bomber wraps her arms around her waist and lifts her up, gutwrench-style, over her head. Repositioning her hands under Kaya’s armpits to form a crucifix position, the fans that are paying attention to this portion of the action rumble in anticipation.
“You brought this on yourself, bitch. Time to get Ruined!” With that, she takes a running start and launches Kaya off the stage and through the stack of tables she set up below with her Ruiner signature move!
RUINER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-Ypix_FDKE
Kaya crashes to the floor below as Craig scrambles to her side to make sure she’s still breathing. He calls for medics to see to the Lakota beauty while Savage stands above the fray, soaking in the “HO-LY SHIT” chants. Before long, she turns her attention back to the ring, where Kasa still hasn’t submitted to the punishing octopus hold. Getting an idea, Feral climbs off of her and dashes for the ropes. On the rebound, she again launches into another SCREAM, BITCH!!, only this time, she begins wrapping the chain across Kasa’s face a couple times. Wrenching back on the chain, Kasa’s screaming goes to a whole new level as Nick leans in once more.
“What do you say, Kasa? Do you want me to stop the match?”
“NOOO….AAAAAAHHHH, GOD!! FUUUUUUCK!!! YES!! YES, I SUBMIT!!”
A second later, Castle is signaling for the bell as the FAWNatics roar their approval. Savage, having unstrapped herself from Kaya so the paramedics can work on her, makes her way to the ring to celebrate with her girlfriend as the ring announcer has to shout to be heard above the roar of the crowd.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...YOUR WINNERS, BY SUBMISSION...THE WILD ONES!!!”
More raucous applause follows as the two lovers embrace in the middle of the ring and engage in a passionate victory kiss. When Savage breaks off the kiss, she calls for a microphone.
“Hey, Halfmoons!” She begins, then waits for the crowd to quiet down to continue. “If you bitches think that we’re satisfied just by balancing the ledger between us, you’re out of your damned minds! No, we’ve already gotten the go ahead for one final match between us and you! So you’d better make sure you heal up real good, because at March to War, you and us, one last time...IN A STREET FIGHT!!” she throws the mic down with a thud as the crowd cheers the pair, and the prospect of an even more violent face-off between the two teams in a couple months. As “Pure Evil” fires up over the loudspeakers, the pair ascend the turnbuckles and lead the crowd in singing along.
Hear the ghost of violence
Fear the god of detriment
Hear the ghost of violence
Fear the god of detriment!