Post by dsb on Jun 14, 2019 0:45:34 GMT
Having had their tag belts pilfered by the most FAKE Americans she could ever recall in a ring and their demand for a rematch put on hold, Polly Lockwood fumes behind the curtains leading to Mayhem.
Gold gone, she’d also immediately made her case to be granted a chance at the lightweight title but, in the usual galling manner of the boss, Bethany Christian granted the chance to her fellow colluder.
Knowing she deserves the shot more than the Red Menace, Lockwood shows her usual grace, demanding Koslova enter to Polly’s fanfare and so out Collusion heads out when the arena’s speakers spark to life with the pounding of “America, Fuck Yeah” from Team America World Police.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R5A0pg4oN8 )
The little blonde antagonist strides to center stage first, Kira solemnly following, the tag titles noticeably missing from each woman’s waist.
POLLY LOCKWOOD:
KIRA KOSLOVA:
The Polly Patriots are few and scattered, mostly forsaking their leader after the loss to America’s Sweethearts. The less than silent majority make themselves known in much louder fashion, jeering the obnoxious xenophobe and her Russian ruffian.
Even though she’s not in tonight’s fight, the True American is in her own brand of battle fatigues, Polly proudly sporting her customary hot pants and bikini top. Lockwood alternates her country’s colors between a shiny, eye catching blue topside, white stars prominently placed in the appropriate spots; and shimmering red and white-striped spandex below, the space age polymer barely covering her biscuit butt. She finishes the ensemble with gleaming white pads and boots, though Old Glory as her cape is missing.
There’s no Russian bear hug tonight. Instead Polly moves behind the challenger and removes Kira’s full length grey fur coat and white wool hat to reveal a simple red one piece, with the familiar cutout pattern displaying a portion of Kira’s tanned, toned abdomen in the form of a hammer and sickle, Koslova still embracing her dictatorial roots even more forcefully than her hero, President Vlad. White pads and boots, the footwear with red hammer-and-sickles, complete the rookie’s attire.
Tossing Koslova’s covering aside, Lockwood leads the Russian down the aisle, Polly occasionally jawing with the fans who’ve watched too much fake news. Koslova is a picture of former Soviet stoicism, ignoring the hate emanating from the FAWNatics, steering clear of them altogether as she marches to the squared circle.
Reaching the ring, Lockwood leads her partner in subversion up the steps. She conspicuously does not open the cables wide for Kira, but Koslova doesn’t seem to care, dipping through the strands.
Surprisingly, Polly drops back to the floor without further comment or even being in possession of a microphone. The ring announcer takes advantage of that situation, claiming the PA as Polly’s music fades.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight championship. From St. Petersburg, Russia, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing in at 122 pounds…KIRA KOSLOVA!”
Kira slaps her hammer-and-sickle cutout with both hands, flushing her abs from the impacts then makes the international symbol for ‘belt’ across her midriff. From the sidelines, Polly provides the Rooskie her only ovation, the Star Spangled Bytch sneaking a peek toward the upper stage for the arrival of the dreadfully sweaty, soon-to-be-deported champion.
"And her opponent. From Singapore, standing at five feet four inches tall and weighing in at 118 pounds, she is..The Celestial Stunner! The FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION! ESTRINA STARFIRE!"
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3j3mIXASfw)
The crowd bursts into cheers as the babyface's theme begins to play. The arena lights dim except for a single spotlight hitting the curtains, revealing the silhouette of the recently-crowned lightweight champion.
ESTRINA STARFIRE:
Soon, the music hits its high notes and a cannonade of pyrotechnics fires off as the curtains draw open. Out of the dazzling display comes the Singaporean with her arms wide open, showing off the prestigious title around her waist as she marches down the ramp with her cape floating lightly behind her. For tonight, Estrina puts on an uncustomary black version of her skimpy deep V-neck one piece, contrasting the gold around her waist. She completes her attire with a pair of white boots and red paddings.
Estrina gives the True American a quick glance and snickers as she passes her and climbs up the ring steps. She carefully steps through the middle ropes and unstraps the belt, hoisting it high above her head as she tours around the ring. She ends her tour with an ascent to the middle ropes and switches her grip of the belt to one hand while the other undoes her cape and tosses it to the ring side. She throws the title back onto her shoulder and hops off the ropes, immediately making a bee-line towards her first challenger.
"I thought I'd be facing her instead of you to be honest...", Starfire sneers, "...doesn't matter though, I'd give anyone a shot regardless of experience. I hope you are ready for a sweat."
The Singaporean chuckles as she raises her arm and positions her armpit near Kira's face before strutting off, handing the officials the title as she makes her way to her corner.
The Russian redhead responds coolly to Estrina’s pit-pushing efforts, unmoved by Starfire’s unusual proclivities. On the other hand, from the outside, Polly rages about the lightweight champion being a freak and how Koslova will bring respect back to the belt in question.
Lockwood paces the length of the ring jawing and gesticulating, catching the attention of Estrina while the Red Menace charges from behind, NAILING the Singaporean grappler with a double axhandle to the back of the skull. The official, late on his call for the bell, tries to catch up as Kira blasts away, shoving Estrina into her corner and pounding away with left and right crosses while the bell tolls, finally bringing the match to official order.
With Starfire sagging into the buckles, the former tag champ jogs out to center stage, makes a u-turn, and sprints back toward the slumping champ. She lands a THUMPING corner clothesline across the clavicle of the Asian, rocking Estrina and continuing to take early control.
On the outside, Lockwood provides the Russian her only ovation, the remainder of the crowd jeering Polly’s partner. Kira snatches Estrina by her raven locks, dragging her out of the corner. The redhead pivots and hairmares Starfire to the deck, Estrina landing on her backside. The crystal blue eyes of the Putinista focus on Estrina’s spine and Koslova put a soccer kick into the base of Estrina’s backbone, the Celestial Stunner arching in pain from the perfectly-placed boot.
The deliberate, destructive Russian sinks her nails into the champ’s scalp and pulls Starfire to her feet, spinning her foe into a toe kick to the tummy that doubles over a groaning, gasping Estrina. The Red Menace collects one arm of the dipped Estrina in an underhook then quickly does likewise with the opposite arm. Locking her fingers behind Starfire’s back, Kira launches the newly crowned title holder heavenward, flipping and depositing her foe with a flawless Butterfly Suplex, again SLAMMING Estrina’s spine into the canvas.
Butterfly Suplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ajjp5D63YQ )
Estrina yelps in pain as she rolls to a seat from the momentum of the toss, her dark eyes staring directly into the beaming face of the True American who celebrates like the match is nearly over.
“Are you sweating yet, ya freak?” Polly asks. “You better be. Because I’m making sure your green card gets revoked and Kira will do the same with your pathetic career.”
Koslova is more interested in deeds than words. As Estrina fights to her feet, Kira wraps a bearhug around her foe’s waist from behind. She lifts the Singaporean grappler off her feet, letting the champ drape down her front, the crown of Estrina’s head dusting the mat as Koslova’s grip lowers to Starfire’s thighs.
Kira shows off her strength, heaving Estrina up, body parallel to the deck then SLAMMING her foe back down. With Estrina face and chest down, the rampaging Russian continues her attack, adding to the pleasure of the Star Spangled Bytch. Kira steps atop the rear of each thigh of her foe and collects each ankle in her hands. The Rooskie folds the captured stems across her shins, locking them in place and freeing her hands.
The redhead then collects both of Estrina’s wrists and rocks one, two, three times, ending on her back and elevating the apprehended title holder into the air above with a pretty
Romero Special.
Romero Special (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9LbYPYkInoE )
With each limb trapped and tortured, Estrina yelps in anguish, Starfire folded above the extended limbs of the colluder.
From the sidelines, Lockwood demands Estrina surrender, but the champ shakes her head when the referee offers Starfire the easy way out.
Kira in turn shakes her captive, trying everything she can to force an ‘I Quit’ from the Asian grappler but again Estrina refuses, holding out until Kira’s limbs tire. Koslova’s arms and legs start to quake under the strain of keeping Estrina aloft and the challenger is finally forced to toss Starfire aside.
Kira shakes out her burning limbs and slowly climbs to her feet over the mewling Estrina.
“Never a doubt,” Polly shouts from her spot on the floor. “NEVER!”
Before Starfire can reach for the ropes to pull herself up, the towering Russian sinks her claws into her scalp and plucks her from the ground against Starfire's will. Still on her rubbery legs, Kira dips down and slots one arm between her thighs and the other over her shoulder, scooping Estrina up before slamming her to the ground. Starfire arches in pain but Kira quickly flattens her with her bodyweight for the...
ONE!
Estrina easily kicks out of an early pinfall attempt, but the Rampaging Russian is proving to be a little bit of trouble. The Russian Redhead yanks the Asian back to her feet before she can catch a break and bullies her into the corner.
The Putinista rocks Estrina’s head with a few European Uppercuts before grabbing her by the wrist and whips her across the squared circle. Estrina collides back first into the padded corner, throwing her arms over the top ropes to keep herself up. Kira zeroes in and charges at her cornered target. Sensing impending danger, Starfire narrowly ducks under Kira’s incoming clothesline!
Koslova sharply brakes before colliding into the corner with full force. But as Kira turns around, the Celestial Stunner finally gains the control she desperately needs, stomping hard on the Russian’s hammer and sickle cutout.
Kira doubles over with an “ooommphhh” and Estrina continues stomping her to almost a seat before pulling her back up to boot leather.
"Be prepared for my pits...", Estrina coos into the Russian's ear as she drags her along the ropes to mid-ring and presses her into the ropes before whipping her across the ring. However, The Russian Redhead thwarts her attempt by firmly stomping her foot into the canvas and counter whips The Celestial Stunner into the far ropes.
Estrina hits the opposing ropes as Kira follows to the center, waiting for her return. Seeing Kira reeling her arm backwards, Estrina quickly ducks under as Kira swings it. Hitting the ropes once more, The Celestial Stunner leaps into the air and clocks Kira with a flying forearm. The durable Kira quickly rises to her feet but Estrina reacts by charging her with another flying forearm. Kira refuses to stay down and quickly pops back up to her feet. This time, Estrina fires a toe kick into her midsection, doubling her over. She catches The Russian in a front facelock and throws an arm of her foe over her shoulders, tossing Kira overhead with a snap suplex!
Snap Suplex
www.youtube.com/watch?v=838WIRJIJUQ
Starfire tips her to a beautiful bridge, pressing Kira's shoulders down for the...
ONE!
TWO!
Kira shoots her arm into the air at the count of two, breaking the fall. Estrina, already glistening in sweat, rolls onto her knees and rakes her sweat-matted hair back, pleased to have regained control over the challenger. But the fight is far from over as the Russian Redhead begins to stir shortly after the suplex.
Estrina cups a hand under her foe’s chin and assists the Russian back to her feet, pivots and snapmares Kira onto the deck with a THUD. Before Kira can even utter a full grunt, Estrina wraps her clammy arms around Kira's head and begins wearing her opponent down with a classic Sleeper Hold!
Sleeper Hold
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKA8fLnp3vk&list=PLrLSWJLhoLSVglSsGeU8xwn4TuWQ-u5fC&index=3
Kira knows she cannot stay in the hold for too long and begins prying Estrina's arms apart, face squinching in agony.
"Come on Kira! You need to fight better than this to take my title!" Estrina growls while yanking her foe’s arm.
The challenger tries to 'pull' herself out of the hold. After some futile attempts, Koslova manages to pivot onto her knees. Soon, one foot is on the ground and the Russian begins her ascent. But before Kira can complete it, Starfire throws her back first to the canvas and jumps in the air with legs outstretched, dropping them across the Russian's neck!
Leg Drop
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-PfDvldM5YU
Starfire catches Kira's legs as they kip up, holding her in a cradle for the...
ONE!
TWO!
Kira kicks out of the pin! At this point, Polly is frustrated at the inability of her partner to maintain control over the champion, furiously slapping on the apron, "COME ON KIRA! FOCUS!"
Estrina rises to her feet with a smile on her face and gives her challenger the space to get up.
"Come on Kira!"
Estrina lowers into a grappler's crouch as her opponent begins to stir. "I'm just beginning to sweat!" Estrina taunts the challenger, swiping her sweaty armpits, "Make me work harder!"
Kira rubs at her reddened neck as she pushes to one knee and gazes at the demanding champion. As she rises to her full height, she also hears it from her nagging partner on the sidelines. The normally stoic Koslova for the most part maintains her calm demeanor but there seems a fuming rage boiling just under the surface of the Red Menace.
Kira throws herself into the champion, Estrina and the colluder locking up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up and struggling for leverage. With little height or weight difference between the two, it’s a prolonged struggle as both women circle, ‘dancing’ with the other to find an opening.
Kira eventually is able to pivot and pull Starfire into a tight side headlock, wrenching away on Estrina’s neck and noggin. Shifting her grip to under and around Starfire’s near shoulder, Kira hiptosses Estrina to her backside then adds a drop kick to the back of the seated Singaporean’s skull. After impact, Estrina cradles her cranium, a grimace etched on her face.
Koslova doesn’t react to the change in fortunes as she rises, but Polly seems pleased, even more so when Kira snatches both of the Asian’s wrists and pulls back on the champ’s arms while pushing the ball of her right knee into the base of Estrina’s neck.
“You sweatin’ now, dimwit,” Lockwood mocks. “You better start sweatin’ whether your title reign is coming to an end.”
Kira tugs Starfire to her feet and slides alongside, hip to hip. St. Petersburg’s ultimate athlete scoops the lightweight titleholder off the deck, looking as though she may drop to one knee for a pendulum backbreaker. But instead, she heaves Estrina forward while dropping to the canvas, PLNATING her foe with a belly-to-back facebuster.
Belly-to-back facebuster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCBQG8m5KuM )
Kira scrambles beside the face down and flattened Estrina and shoves the Celestial Stunner to her back before climbing atop her in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Starfire throws a shoulder up in time to save her reign…for the time being.
On the outside, Polly complains bitterly about the slowness of the count. Following the True American’s commands, Kira rips Estrina to vertical with a tug on her foe’s wrist. She bum-rushes the blasted Starfire to the ropes and tosses her over the top, Estrina’s body crashing to the outside apron before falling to the floor a few steps from the feet of the Star-Spangled Bytch.
With Starfire properly deposited, Kira takes up a conversation with the official, turning the man away from the wreckage outside. Polly goes to work, stomping away incessantly until Estrina is a wreck. Lockwood scoops up what’s left of Estrina under each arm and leans the Asian against the ring.
Grinning from ear to ear, Lockwood lifts her right arm and stuffs her pit into Estrina’s face, rubbing her underarm across the Singaporean’s features. There’s little perspiration accumulated but it doesn’t prevent Polly Patriot from thoroughly enjoying the humiliation.
With the crowd angrily jeering Lockwood’s display, Polly turns a sputtering Starfire to face the interior of the ring. The diminutive blonde firecracker draws back Estrina’s head by her ebony locks and THWUMPS the forehead of the Celestial Stunner into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Estrina’s braincase bounces off the deck. Polly latches onto a shoulder and the scruff of Estrina’s neck, climbs to the canvas, guiding the dazed Starfire there as well, stuffing her partner’s foe halfway through the upper and middle rope.
Kira ends her Russian lesson with the ref and pushes by him to welcome the champion back. The redhead rushes in from the side, flashing a big knee into the jaw of the Asian, stunning the champ further. She backpedals to take the same run. However, this time Koslova catches Estrina by the head as she races by and SLAMS her foe’s skull into the canvas with a running, spinning neckbreaker, eliciting an ‘OOOOOH’ from the crowd.
Rope-hung spinning neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4F43BMNBd-4 )
Estrina cradles her throbbing cranium as Kira goes for another cover, dropping tight across her foe for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Estrina kicks out of the pinning predicament, ending on her side. Polly’s not the only one upset by the escape this time as a fury flashes in the eyes of the Russian’s baby blues.
Kira rips the gobsmacked Asian to her feet and goes face to face with the glassy-eyed Starfire.
“We see if thees make you sweat.”
Koslova dips slightly and wraps her arms around the taut midriff of the champ. She tightens the noose, cinching her limbs tight around the tummy and lifting Starfire to her tiptoes and beyond.
The Russian’s bearhug is among the most powerful in the game, its perfect breathtaking execution making it devastating rather than the size of Koslova. With Kira’s flexing biceps, the Red Menace can put plenty of pressure into the embrace as seen by the look of panic and pain in Estrina’s face, Starfire gasping for breath, lids clenched in pain.
Kira rattles the airborne body of the Asian from side to side, trying to wrench a submission from the champion with her gut churning cuddle.
“You give now,” Koslova advises while strengthening her bearhug all the more, “or I break you.”
"UUGGNNNHHH...URGH..Nuuu..NOO!!!", Estrina waggles her finger as The Red Menace tightens the bearhug further. "No?"
The Russian smirks at Estrina's little display of defiance and swings her left and right, flicking The Asian's perspiration in all directions, further wearing her down before coming to a stop. Heaving heavily, Starfire tiredly tries to pry open Kira's constricting arms but that only invites the Russian to squeeze further, drawing a mewl out of a grimacing Estrina. And with a few more jerks and shakes, Estrina's arms falls limply beside her as she rests her head on Kira's shoulders barely standing with the support of the Putinista. Smiling to her herself, Kira asks the ref to check her by gesturing with her eyes. The ref promptly comes over and raises Estrina's arm into the air before letting it freefall, making a wet smack as it lands on Kira's back.
ONE!
The ref gestures to the crowd before raising The Asian's arm for a second time....
TWO!
"BEHOLD! A NEW CHAMPION!", Kira gloats as the ref picks Estrina's arm for a third time and drops...
NO! Estrina keeps her arm up, keeping the title in her possession!
"WHAT? NO!", Kira says in disbelief and tries to keep the hold on as Estrina struggles.
Pushing Kira's forehead back, The Celestial Stunner gets a clear view of her challenger's face and smacks her with a balled fist. Reeling, Kira tries to maintain control but Estrina quickly follows up with another blow to her skull, loosening the hold. Third time's a charm and Estrina finally frees herself from her tormentor and tries to separate herself from Kira. But not before kicking her in the mid-section and driving her head first into the canvas with a snap DDT!
Snap DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kyk91QZjwj4
Slowly, the two begin to stir, struggling to get on their feet. Estrina crawls towards the ropes, pulls herself back to her feet with their help while Kira, still reeling from the blow to the head struggles to boot leather. Turning around to see a worn out champion hanging on the ropes, the Russian redhead tries to capitalize on this opportunity. She charges with a clothesline but the quick-witted Starfire drops off the rope and pulls the top rope down with all her bodyweight, throwing Kira out of the ring!
Kira tumbles onto the apron with a THUD before hitting the padded ground. The American colluder immediately rushes to her partner's side and helps Koslova up.
"Come on Kira! Beat this sweaty ass already! It's not THAT hard!" Polly nags with Kira's back facing towards the ring.
As the ref begins to count Kira out, The Slick Star makes a trip to the opposite ropes and back, gathering speed, and launches herself through the ropes. Polly notices a flying Starfire and manages to dodge the diving attack. Kira, on the other hand, isn't so lucky as she takes the attack from the back, throwing her into the barricade before crumbling to the floor.
"Why..you...", Polly snarls angrily as she approaches the wreckage and pulls Estrina onto her feet by her ebony locks but Estrina smacks her arms away and fires a knee into her midsection, doubling the True American over.
"EAT THIS! ASSHOLE!" Starfire raises her arm and pulls Lockwood's features into her heavily sweating underarm, grinding it hard while Polly, in a panic, smacks Estrina's belly, begging for release! It eventually comes, but before Polly can wipe the funk off her face, Estrina takes her out with a roundhouse kick to the head!
With Polly incapacitated, Estrina turns her attention back to the stirring Russian and plucks her from the ground, catching a handful of her hair and togs as she guides Kira back into the ring. Starfire hops onto the apron and strides towards the nearest corner, ascending it and waiting on her perch while a wobbly Kira slowly gets to her feet.
As the unsuspecting Russian tries to reorient, Estrina leaps off the top buckle and spreads her body in midair, taking the challenger down with a Diving Crossbody! The champion keeps Kira's shoulders down for the...
Diving Crossbody
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmxmUvQnqus
ONE!
TWO!
NOO!!
Kira kicks out at a clean two, giving Estrina a run for her money. Unafraid of her challenger, Starfire peels her dizzied opponent from the mat and tucks her head under her arm, throwing an arm over her shoulders and hauling her over with a Snap Suplex! Kira winces as the small of her back hits the canvas, but Estrina isn't done. Windmilling her legs in the air, Estrina rolls herself and her opponent up to her feet and hauls her over for the second suplex...and then a third before arching her back into a bridge for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
Kira survives once more albeit a close fall. Estrina rolls onto her knees and rakes her sweat-matted hair back, her clothing thoroughly soaked with sweat. Kira slumps flat to the canvas right after she throws her shoulder up.
The Celestial Stunner rises to boot leather and snaps her togs in place as she shuffles to Kira's legs. Grabbing Kira's legs by her calves, she tucks them further into her armpits and flips her onto her belly. Kira shakes her head 'no', knowing the Asian is about to put her in a torturous Boston Crab. Indeed, Estrina quickly sits onto the small of her foe’s back and violently yanks Kira's feet towards her head.
"I suggest you give up now Kira. My armpits are just going to get sweatier and sweatier as the match goes on. And you are gonna clean all that up!" Estrina threatens with an evil grin.
Boston Crab
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_ZRCxrVjJI
“Shut your mouth, freak,” a semi-recovered Lockwood wails at the champion from the outside, Polly’s face looking like she’s eaten a sour apple, the distasteful salty discharge from the Singaporean’s underarm still glazing her features.
She slaps the canvas to get the grimacing Koslova focused on her.
“Come on, Kira,” Polly mandates between spits of sweat off her lips. “Get your ass over here.”
The Red Menace growls and digs her nails into the canvas then starts to drag herself toward her partner and the ropes. Estrina fights to keep the Crab in place, brutally bending the spine of Vlad’s favorite wrestler. But the temerity of the Russian is a sight to see and slowly but surely she gets a palm within range, wrapping it around the bottom rope.
Instantly, the True American demands a break and the ref isn’t far behind. A disappointed Starfire releases the hold at ‘FOUR’, letting Kira’s legs drop to the canvas. Polly cradles her fellow colluder’s head in her arms.
“Don’t worry comrade,” Lockwood assures. “The belt will be yours. I guarantee it.”
But, having latched onto Kira’s ankles, Estrina begins tugging Koslova from Polly’s possession and, as she does, draws the redhead away from the safety of the cables. A desperate Lockwood continues to hold her partner’s wrists. And it’s soon a tug of war between Starfire and Stars-n-Stripes with the challenger as the prize. Polly and Estrina each pull, Kira stretched in the middle, groaning in pain. Finally, the lightweight champion wins the war, wrenching the Putinsta from Polly, Kira’s head and chest airborne for an instant before SLAMMING to the canvas, Koslova’s chin bouncing off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Estrina twists the challenger to her back but Koslova shows her toughness, immediately drawing her legs in and folding them. She shoots the limbs forward, pushing the champ off then scrambling to her feet.
Starfire, having been sent into a short backpedal, surges forward, pirouetting into a spin kick toward Kira’s chin. The Russian super-athlete ducks beneath Estrina’s effort. Kira latches onto a wrist and turns Starfire into a tight hammerlock, the redhead using it to tug the champ’s head into a front facelock.
From there, it’s elevator down. Kira lays out and SPIKES Estrina’s skull into the deck with a Hammerlock DDT.
Hammerlock DDT (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=octrBlFxtJY ) @ 00:16
Momentum brings the Asian to a seated position, her dark eyes glazed but a grasping pull on her trapezius from Koslova lays Estrina vertical. A still woozy Kira flops atop. On the sidelines, a beaming Polly turns to the FAWNatics, raising one finger then two as the official slaps the canvas in time. Basking in her partner’s glory, she raises a third digit toward the fans but their cheer in response lets the bite-sized blonde bully know there’s something wrong.
Lockwood turns to see the Singaporean was able to kick free. Polly runs a set of fingers through her honey-golden locks, disbelief squarely on her face. The usually stoic Kira shows incredulity in her own right as she kneels on her haunches next to the stirring titleholder.
Determined to end things once and for all, Polly slips away from Kira’s corner while the Russian lifts her foe to vertical and staggers her with an aptly named European Uppercut. Lockwood pilfers the lightweight gold from the timekeeper’s table and carries it cradled in her arms to the ring’s edge.
The Star-Spangled Bytch watches intently as Kira slides in from Estrina’s six, Koslova snaking her arms under and around those of Starfire, locking laced fingers tight to the back of the Asian’s neck, capturing Estrina in a full nelson.
Seeing her chance for title-winning shenanigans, Polly leaps on the apron and motions Kira to bring the sweat-drenched Starfire toward her. The champ is walked against her will and weakened effort toward Lockwood, the blonde brandishing her newly acquired, gilded weapon.
Estrina squirms within the confines of the full nelson but can’t break free from the powerful Russian. Moving her foe within belt-bashing length, Kira nods toward her partner in Collusion. But it’s then the official steps in, snagging the belt and tugging it away from the flustered patriot.
“HOW DARE YOU!” Polly screams as the zebra takes her weapon and walks it toward the opposite side of the ring, the man moving toward an attendant on the floor below.
The crowd’s cheers turn to groans however when Polly’s shouts of frustration suddenly turn to giggles, Lockwood delighted. She takes a pair of brass knux from the spandex over her right hip and slips them over her right set of fingers. The True American points to a temple with her left index finger to let every single liberal pinhead in the house know who’s the smartest in the land.
“JUST LIKE OUR PRESIDENT YOU LOSERS!”
Lockwood leans in and PLOWS an augmented right cross into…KIRA!
Estrina, dark eyes wide as the glimmering fist bared down on her, straightened her arms to vertical and sat out, slipping free of the nelson just before the arrival of the Star-Spangled Fist.
While the champ lands on her butt cheeks, Koslova’s head snaps away in violent fashion from the impact. She nosedives into the canvas, out cold before collapsing to the deck.
A distraught Polly, jaw open wide, baby blues even wider, can’t believe what’s happened. She tears at her golden locks.
“Wha…what…did you do?” Lockwood stammers down at the unconscious husk of the Russian super-athlete.
Not even vaguely aware of Estrina’s rise, the True American is caught flush with a dropkick to the chin from Starfire, Lockwood sent pinwheeling to the floor, crashing into a dazed heap.
The champ turns attention to her challenger. Estrina pulls Kira’s deadweight toward the center. She kneels next to her foe, brandishing her sweaty pit over the face of the jaw-jacked Russian as the oblivious official returns his attention to the fight having helped return the belt to its rightful resting place, confused by what he sees but ready to continue.
"Look at how sweaty this has become!" Starfire teases as she brandishes her armpit over Kira's face.
"Come on! Get up...I'm not going to pin you in this state!"
Estrina peels her glassy-eyed opponent off the canvas and onto her feet before shoving her into a corner. She throws her foe’s arms over the ropes before cocking her arm backwards and....gently taps Kira on the chest.
Smiling confidently, Starfire backs off from her cornered opponent, giving the challenger another fighting chance.
"Come on! Give me your best shot!"
The sweaty battler gestures Kira to bring it as she backs away. Still reeling from the brass-knuckle punch, Koslova collects herself and tiredly pushes out of the corner, charging the champion with an outstretched arm! But Starfire easily ducks the clothesline and moves to her six. Estrina spins the challenger around and kicks her right in the mid-section. However, instead of doubling over, The Red Menace drops onto her knees, clearly out of her game after the unwarranted punch.
Starfire picks the challenger up and tucks her head between her thighs in a standing headscissors, pointing to the crowd as she signals for the Supernova. Wrapping her arms around her foe’s waist, she hauls Kira into the air and drops her on the back of her neck!
Supernova
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2HA8bMuvhE
Kira's body turns limp as soon as the finisher connects and The Slick Star folds her body for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEE!!!
"AND THE WINNER FOR THIS MATCH! STILL THE FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION! ESTRINA STAARRRFIREEE!!!"
The ref comes over and raises Estrina's arm as she stands up in her glistening glory. The crowd is quick to chant, "PITS! PITS! PITS!", asking for Estrina to humiliate her fallen opponent.
As soon as the belt returns to her, she drops it at her side and kneels beside the Russian Redhead. She raises Kira to a seat. "Now girl, you know my rules...", Estrina coos as she raises her arm and cups the back of Kira's head.
Kira, completely short of her senses, helplessly gets her head pushed into the sweaty flesh of The Glistening Goddess, getting every bit of sweat smeared onto her face as Estrina grinds her armpit on her face.
"Mmmm...Yeah! Clean it up Pit Rag!", Estrina chirps as Kira's features navigate her armpit.
The champion then throws Kira back onto the canvas and picks up the belt as she stands. "That's the taste of the champion my girl! Remember that!" Estrina teases as she throws the strap over her shoulder, waving to her fans as she exits the ring.
With Starfire striding up the ramp, Polly’s right hand emerges, slapping the canvas as she struggles up from her stupor on the floor. The little blonde hardbody gets her opposite hand on the mat and pulls herself to vertical on the edge of the apron, wavering as she stares into the ring in disbelief.
Wearily, she pushes her body to the deck and rolls under the bottom rope, ending on all fours a few feet from the still motionless Koslova. She crawls to the Russian and gingerly tries to wake the Red Menace from her slumber with a soft shove on her shoulder.
“Kira,” she whispers gently, continuing to rock the slowly stirring also-ran.
“Stahp,” Koslova coughs, but Polly continues to gently rouse her fellow colluder.
“I SAID STAHHHP YOU FOOL!”
Kira shoves Polly off her, Lockwood ending on her backside, propped by her palms on either side, a look of shock on her flawless features.
The crowd is likewise in silent surprise at Koslova’s anger toward her sponsor and watches with the True American as the furious redhead departs without another word or even look at Lockwood.
A sheepish Polly rolls out behind and trails a safe distance, Collusion showing some fraying around the edges as they leave on very separate wavelengths.
Gold gone, she’d also immediately made her case to be granted a chance at the lightweight title but, in the usual galling manner of the boss, Bethany Christian granted the chance to her fellow colluder.
Knowing she deserves the shot more than the Red Menace, Lockwood shows her usual grace, demanding Koslova enter to Polly’s fanfare and so out Collusion heads out when the arena’s speakers spark to life with the pounding of “America, Fuck Yeah” from Team America World Police.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R5A0pg4oN8 )
The little blonde antagonist strides to center stage first, Kira solemnly following, the tag titles noticeably missing from each woman’s waist.
POLLY LOCKWOOD:
KIRA KOSLOVA:
The Polly Patriots are few and scattered, mostly forsaking their leader after the loss to America’s Sweethearts. The less than silent majority make themselves known in much louder fashion, jeering the obnoxious xenophobe and her Russian ruffian.
Even though she’s not in tonight’s fight, the True American is in her own brand of battle fatigues, Polly proudly sporting her customary hot pants and bikini top. Lockwood alternates her country’s colors between a shiny, eye catching blue topside, white stars prominently placed in the appropriate spots; and shimmering red and white-striped spandex below, the space age polymer barely covering her biscuit butt. She finishes the ensemble with gleaming white pads and boots, though Old Glory as her cape is missing.
There’s no Russian bear hug tonight. Instead Polly moves behind the challenger and removes Kira’s full length grey fur coat and white wool hat to reveal a simple red one piece, with the familiar cutout pattern displaying a portion of Kira’s tanned, toned abdomen in the form of a hammer and sickle, Koslova still embracing her dictatorial roots even more forcefully than her hero, President Vlad. White pads and boots, the footwear with red hammer-and-sickles, complete the rookie’s attire.
Tossing Koslova’s covering aside, Lockwood leads the Russian down the aisle, Polly occasionally jawing with the fans who’ve watched too much fake news. Koslova is a picture of former Soviet stoicism, ignoring the hate emanating from the FAWNatics, steering clear of them altogether as she marches to the squared circle.
Reaching the ring, Lockwood leads her partner in subversion up the steps. She conspicuously does not open the cables wide for Kira, but Koslova doesn’t seem to care, dipping through the strands.
Surprisingly, Polly drops back to the floor without further comment or even being in possession of a microphone. The ring announcer takes advantage of that situation, claiming the PA as Polly’s music fades.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight championship. From St. Petersburg, Russia, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing in at 122 pounds…KIRA KOSLOVA!”
Kira slaps her hammer-and-sickle cutout with both hands, flushing her abs from the impacts then makes the international symbol for ‘belt’ across her midriff. From the sidelines, Polly provides the Rooskie her only ovation, the Star Spangled Bytch sneaking a peek toward the upper stage for the arrival of the dreadfully sweaty, soon-to-be-deported champion.
"And her opponent. From Singapore, standing at five feet four inches tall and weighing in at 118 pounds, she is..The Celestial Stunner! The FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION! ESTRINA STARFIRE!"
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3j3mIXASfw)
The crowd bursts into cheers as the babyface's theme begins to play. The arena lights dim except for a single spotlight hitting the curtains, revealing the silhouette of the recently-crowned lightweight champion.
ESTRINA STARFIRE:
Soon, the music hits its high notes and a cannonade of pyrotechnics fires off as the curtains draw open. Out of the dazzling display comes the Singaporean with her arms wide open, showing off the prestigious title around her waist as she marches down the ramp with her cape floating lightly behind her. For tonight, Estrina puts on an uncustomary black version of her skimpy deep V-neck one piece, contrasting the gold around her waist. She completes her attire with a pair of white boots and red paddings.
Estrina gives the True American a quick glance and snickers as she passes her and climbs up the ring steps. She carefully steps through the middle ropes and unstraps the belt, hoisting it high above her head as she tours around the ring. She ends her tour with an ascent to the middle ropes and switches her grip of the belt to one hand while the other undoes her cape and tosses it to the ring side. She throws the title back onto her shoulder and hops off the ropes, immediately making a bee-line towards her first challenger.
"I thought I'd be facing her instead of you to be honest...", Starfire sneers, "...doesn't matter though, I'd give anyone a shot regardless of experience. I hope you are ready for a sweat."
The Singaporean chuckles as she raises her arm and positions her armpit near Kira's face before strutting off, handing the officials the title as she makes her way to her corner.
The Russian redhead responds coolly to Estrina’s pit-pushing efforts, unmoved by Starfire’s unusual proclivities. On the other hand, from the outside, Polly rages about the lightweight champion being a freak and how Koslova will bring respect back to the belt in question.
Lockwood paces the length of the ring jawing and gesticulating, catching the attention of Estrina while the Red Menace charges from behind, NAILING the Singaporean grappler with a double axhandle to the back of the skull. The official, late on his call for the bell, tries to catch up as Kira blasts away, shoving Estrina into her corner and pounding away with left and right crosses while the bell tolls, finally bringing the match to official order.
With Starfire sagging into the buckles, the former tag champ jogs out to center stage, makes a u-turn, and sprints back toward the slumping champ. She lands a THUMPING corner clothesline across the clavicle of the Asian, rocking Estrina and continuing to take early control.
On the outside, Lockwood provides the Russian her only ovation, the remainder of the crowd jeering Polly’s partner. Kira snatches Estrina by her raven locks, dragging her out of the corner. The redhead pivots and hairmares Starfire to the deck, Estrina landing on her backside. The crystal blue eyes of the Putinista focus on Estrina’s spine and Koslova put a soccer kick into the base of Estrina’s backbone, the Celestial Stunner arching in pain from the perfectly-placed boot.
The deliberate, destructive Russian sinks her nails into the champ’s scalp and pulls Starfire to her feet, spinning her foe into a toe kick to the tummy that doubles over a groaning, gasping Estrina. The Red Menace collects one arm of the dipped Estrina in an underhook then quickly does likewise with the opposite arm. Locking her fingers behind Starfire’s back, Kira launches the newly crowned title holder heavenward, flipping and depositing her foe with a flawless Butterfly Suplex, again SLAMMING Estrina’s spine into the canvas.
Butterfly Suplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ajjp5D63YQ )
Estrina yelps in pain as she rolls to a seat from the momentum of the toss, her dark eyes staring directly into the beaming face of the True American who celebrates like the match is nearly over.
“Are you sweating yet, ya freak?” Polly asks. “You better be. Because I’m making sure your green card gets revoked and Kira will do the same with your pathetic career.”
Koslova is more interested in deeds than words. As Estrina fights to her feet, Kira wraps a bearhug around her foe’s waist from behind. She lifts the Singaporean grappler off her feet, letting the champ drape down her front, the crown of Estrina’s head dusting the mat as Koslova’s grip lowers to Starfire’s thighs.
Kira shows off her strength, heaving Estrina up, body parallel to the deck then SLAMMING her foe back down. With Estrina face and chest down, the rampaging Russian continues her attack, adding to the pleasure of the Star Spangled Bytch. Kira steps atop the rear of each thigh of her foe and collects each ankle in her hands. The Rooskie folds the captured stems across her shins, locking them in place and freeing her hands.
The redhead then collects both of Estrina’s wrists and rocks one, two, three times, ending on her back and elevating the apprehended title holder into the air above with a pretty
Romero Special.
Romero Special (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9LbYPYkInoE )
With each limb trapped and tortured, Estrina yelps in anguish, Starfire folded above the extended limbs of the colluder.
From the sidelines, Lockwood demands Estrina surrender, but the champ shakes her head when the referee offers Starfire the easy way out.
Kira in turn shakes her captive, trying everything she can to force an ‘I Quit’ from the Asian grappler but again Estrina refuses, holding out until Kira’s limbs tire. Koslova’s arms and legs start to quake under the strain of keeping Estrina aloft and the challenger is finally forced to toss Starfire aside.
Kira shakes out her burning limbs and slowly climbs to her feet over the mewling Estrina.
“Never a doubt,” Polly shouts from her spot on the floor. “NEVER!”
Before Starfire can reach for the ropes to pull herself up, the towering Russian sinks her claws into her scalp and plucks her from the ground against Starfire's will. Still on her rubbery legs, Kira dips down and slots one arm between her thighs and the other over her shoulder, scooping Estrina up before slamming her to the ground. Starfire arches in pain but Kira quickly flattens her with her bodyweight for the...
ONE!
Estrina easily kicks out of an early pinfall attempt, but the Rampaging Russian is proving to be a little bit of trouble. The Russian Redhead yanks the Asian back to her feet before she can catch a break and bullies her into the corner.
The Putinista rocks Estrina’s head with a few European Uppercuts before grabbing her by the wrist and whips her across the squared circle. Estrina collides back first into the padded corner, throwing her arms over the top ropes to keep herself up. Kira zeroes in and charges at her cornered target. Sensing impending danger, Starfire narrowly ducks under Kira’s incoming clothesline!
Koslova sharply brakes before colliding into the corner with full force. But as Kira turns around, the Celestial Stunner finally gains the control she desperately needs, stomping hard on the Russian’s hammer and sickle cutout.
Kira doubles over with an “ooommphhh” and Estrina continues stomping her to almost a seat before pulling her back up to boot leather.
"Be prepared for my pits...", Estrina coos into the Russian's ear as she drags her along the ropes to mid-ring and presses her into the ropes before whipping her across the ring. However, The Russian Redhead thwarts her attempt by firmly stomping her foot into the canvas and counter whips The Celestial Stunner into the far ropes.
Estrina hits the opposing ropes as Kira follows to the center, waiting for her return. Seeing Kira reeling her arm backwards, Estrina quickly ducks under as Kira swings it. Hitting the ropes once more, The Celestial Stunner leaps into the air and clocks Kira with a flying forearm. The durable Kira quickly rises to her feet but Estrina reacts by charging her with another flying forearm. Kira refuses to stay down and quickly pops back up to her feet. This time, Estrina fires a toe kick into her midsection, doubling her over. She catches The Russian in a front facelock and throws an arm of her foe over her shoulders, tossing Kira overhead with a snap suplex!
Snap Suplex
www.youtube.com/watch?v=838WIRJIJUQ
Starfire tips her to a beautiful bridge, pressing Kira's shoulders down for the...
ONE!
TWO!
Kira shoots her arm into the air at the count of two, breaking the fall. Estrina, already glistening in sweat, rolls onto her knees and rakes her sweat-matted hair back, pleased to have regained control over the challenger. But the fight is far from over as the Russian Redhead begins to stir shortly after the suplex.
Estrina cups a hand under her foe’s chin and assists the Russian back to her feet, pivots and snapmares Kira onto the deck with a THUD. Before Kira can even utter a full grunt, Estrina wraps her clammy arms around Kira's head and begins wearing her opponent down with a classic Sleeper Hold!
Sleeper Hold
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKA8fLnp3vk&list=PLrLSWJLhoLSVglSsGeU8xwn4TuWQ-u5fC&index=3
Kira knows she cannot stay in the hold for too long and begins prying Estrina's arms apart, face squinching in agony.
"Come on Kira! You need to fight better than this to take my title!" Estrina growls while yanking her foe’s arm.
The challenger tries to 'pull' herself out of the hold. After some futile attempts, Koslova manages to pivot onto her knees. Soon, one foot is on the ground and the Russian begins her ascent. But before Kira can complete it, Starfire throws her back first to the canvas and jumps in the air with legs outstretched, dropping them across the Russian's neck!
Leg Drop
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-PfDvldM5YU
Starfire catches Kira's legs as they kip up, holding her in a cradle for the...
ONE!
TWO!
Kira kicks out of the pin! At this point, Polly is frustrated at the inability of her partner to maintain control over the champion, furiously slapping on the apron, "COME ON KIRA! FOCUS!"
Estrina rises to her feet with a smile on her face and gives her challenger the space to get up.
"Come on Kira!"
Estrina lowers into a grappler's crouch as her opponent begins to stir. "I'm just beginning to sweat!" Estrina taunts the challenger, swiping her sweaty armpits, "Make me work harder!"
Kira rubs at her reddened neck as she pushes to one knee and gazes at the demanding champion. As she rises to her full height, she also hears it from her nagging partner on the sidelines. The normally stoic Koslova for the most part maintains her calm demeanor but there seems a fuming rage boiling just under the surface of the Red Menace.
Kira throws herself into the champion, Estrina and the colluder locking up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up and struggling for leverage. With little height or weight difference between the two, it’s a prolonged struggle as both women circle, ‘dancing’ with the other to find an opening.
Kira eventually is able to pivot and pull Starfire into a tight side headlock, wrenching away on Estrina’s neck and noggin. Shifting her grip to under and around Starfire’s near shoulder, Kira hiptosses Estrina to her backside then adds a drop kick to the back of the seated Singaporean’s skull. After impact, Estrina cradles her cranium, a grimace etched on her face.
Koslova doesn’t react to the change in fortunes as she rises, but Polly seems pleased, even more so when Kira snatches both of the Asian’s wrists and pulls back on the champ’s arms while pushing the ball of her right knee into the base of Estrina’s neck.
“You sweatin’ now, dimwit,” Lockwood mocks. “You better start sweatin’ whether your title reign is coming to an end.”
Kira tugs Starfire to her feet and slides alongside, hip to hip. St. Petersburg’s ultimate athlete scoops the lightweight titleholder off the deck, looking as though she may drop to one knee for a pendulum backbreaker. But instead, she heaves Estrina forward while dropping to the canvas, PLNATING her foe with a belly-to-back facebuster.
Belly-to-back facebuster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCBQG8m5KuM )
Kira scrambles beside the face down and flattened Estrina and shoves the Celestial Stunner to her back before climbing atop her in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Starfire throws a shoulder up in time to save her reign…for the time being.
On the outside, Polly complains bitterly about the slowness of the count. Following the True American’s commands, Kira rips Estrina to vertical with a tug on her foe’s wrist. She bum-rushes the blasted Starfire to the ropes and tosses her over the top, Estrina’s body crashing to the outside apron before falling to the floor a few steps from the feet of the Star-Spangled Bytch.
With Starfire properly deposited, Kira takes up a conversation with the official, turning the man away from the wreckage outside. Polly goes to work, stomping away incessantly until Estrina is a wreck. Lockwood scoops up what’s left of Estrina under each arm and leans the Asian against the ring.
Grinning from ear to ear, Lockwood lifts her right arm and stuffs her pit into Estrina’s face, rubbing her underarm across the Singaporean’s features. There’s little perspiration accumulated but it doesn’t prevent Polly Patriot from thoroughly enjoying the humiliation.
With the crowd angrily jeering Lockwood’s display, Polly turns a sputtering Starfire to face the interior of the ring. The diminutive blonde firecracker draws back Estrina’s head by her ebony locks and THWUMPS the forehead of the Celestial Stunner into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Estrina’s braincase bounces off the deck. Polly latches onto a shoulder and the scruff of Estrina’s neck, climbs to the canvas, guiding the dazed Starfire there as well, stuffing her partner’s foe halfway through the upper and middle rope.
Kira ends her Russian lesson with the ref and pushes by him to welcome the champion back. The redhead rushes in from the side, flashing a big knee into the jaw of the Asian, stunning the champ further. She backpedals to take the same run. However, this time Koslova catches Estrina by the head as she races by and SLAMS her foe’s skull into the canvas with a running, spinning neckbreaker, eliciting an ‘OOOOOH’ from the crowd.
Rope-hung spinning neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4F43BMNBd-4 )
Estrina cradles her throbbing cranium as Kira goes for another cover, dropping tight across her foe for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Estrina kicks out of the pinning predicament, ending on her side. Polly’s not the only one upset by the escape this time as a fury flashes in the eyes of the Russian’s baby blues.
Kira rips the gobsmacked Asian to her feet and goes face to face with the glassy-eyed Starfire.
“We see if thees make you sweat.”
Koslova dips slightly and wraps her arms around the taut midriff of the champ. She tightens the noose, cinching her limbs tight around the tummy and lifting Starfire to her tiptoes and beyond.
The Russian’s bearhug is among the most powerful in the game, its perfect breathtaking execution making it devastating rather than the size of Koslova. With Kira’s flexing biceps, the Red Menace can put plenty of pressure into the embrace as seen by the look of panic and pain in Estrina’s face, Starfire gasping for breath, lids clenched in pain.
Kira rattles the airborne body of the Asian from side to side, trying to wrench a submission from the champion with her gut churning cuddle.
“You give now,” Koslova advises while strengthening her bearhug all the more, “or I break you.”
"UUGGNNNHHH...URGH..Nuuu..NOO!!!", Estrina waggles her finger as The Red Menace tightens the bearhug further. "No?"
The Russian smirks at Estrina's little display of defiance and swings her left and right, flicking The Asian's perspiration in all directions, further wearing her down before coming to a stop. Heaving heavily, Starfire tiredly tries to pry open Kira's constricting arms but that only invites the Russian to squeeze further, drawing a mewl out of a grimacing Estrina. And with a few more jerks and shakes, Estrina's arms falls limply beside her as she rests her head on Kira's shoulders barely standing with the support of the Putinista. Smiling to her herself, Kira asks the ref to check her by gesturing with her eyes. The ref promptly comes over and raises Estrina's arm into the air before letting it freefall, making a wet smack as it lands on Kira's back.
ONE!
The ref gestures to the crowd before raising The Asian's arm for a second time....
TWO!
"BEHOLD! A NEW CHAMPION!", Kira gloats as the ref picks Estrina's arm for a third time and drops...
NO! Estrina keeps her arm up, keeping the title in her possession!
"WHAT? NO!", Kira says in disbelief and tries to keep the hold on as Estrina struggles.
Pushing Kira's forehead back, The Celestial Stunner gets a clear view of her challenger's face and smacks her with a balled fist. Reeling, Kira tries to maintain control but Estrina quickly follows up with another blow to her skull, loosening the hold. Third time's a charm and Estrina finally frees herself from her tormentor and tries to separate herself from Kira. But not before kicking her in the mid-section and driving her head first into the canvas with a snap DDT!
Snap DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kyk91QZjwj4
Slowly, the two begin to stir, struggling to get on their feet. Estrina crawls towards the ropes, pulls herself back to her feet with their help while Kira, still reeling from the blow to the head struggles to boot leather. Turning around to see a worn out champion hanging on the ropes, the Russian redhead tries to capitalize on this opportunity. She charges with a clothesline but the quick-witted Starfire drops off the rope and pulls the top rope down with all her bodyweight, throwing Kira out of the ring!
Kira tumbles onto the apron with a THUD before hitting the padded ground. The American colluder immediately rushes to her partner's side and helps Koslova up.
"Come on Kira! Beat this sweaty ass already! It's not THAT hard!" Polly nags with Kira's back facing towards the ring.
As the ref begins to count Kira out, The Slick Star makes a trip to the opposite ropes and back, gathering speed, and launches herself through the ropes. Polly notices a flying Starfire and manages to dodge the diving attack. Kira, on the other hand, isn't so lucky as she takes the attack from the back, throwing her into the barricade before crumbling to the floor.
"Why..you...", Polly snarls angrily as she approaches the wreckage and pulls Estrina onto her feet by her ebony locks but Estrina smacks her arms away and fires a knee into her midsection, doubling the True American over.
"EAT THIS! ASSHOLE!" Starfire raises her arm and pulls Lockwood's features into her heavily sweating underarm, grinding it hard while Polly, in a panic, smacks Estrina's belly, begging for release! It eventually comes, but before Polly can wipe the funk off her face, Estrina takes her out with a roundhouse kick to the head!
With Polly incapacitated, Estrina turns her attention back to the stirring Russian and plucks her from the ground, catching a handful of her hair and togs as she guides Kira back into the ring. Starfire hops onto the apron and strides towards the nearest corner, ascending it and waiting on her perch while a wobbly Kira slowly gets to her feet.
As the unsuspecting Russian tries to reorient, Estrina leaps off the top buckle and spreads her body in midair, taking the challenger down with a Diving Crossbody! The champion keeps Kira's shoulders down for the...
Diving Crossbody
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmxmUvQnqus
ONE!
TWO!
NOO!!
Kira kicks out at a clean two, giving Estrina a run for her money. Unafraid of her challenger, Starfire peels her dizzied opponent from the mat and tucks her head under her arm, throwing an arm over her shoulders and hauling her over with a Snap Suplex! Kira winces as the small of her back hits the canvas, but Estrina isn't done. Windmilling her legs in the air, Estrina rolls herself and her opponent up to her feet and hauls her over for the second suplex...and then a third before arching her back into a bridge for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
Kira survives once more albeit a close fall. Estrina rolls onto her knees and rakes her sweat-matted hair back, her clothing thoroughly soaked with sweat. Kira slumps flat to the canvas right after she throws her shoulder up.
The Celestial Stunner rises to boot leather and snaps her togs in place as she shuffles to Kira's legs. Grabbing Kira's legs by her calves, she tucks them further into her armpits and flips her onto her belly. Kira shakes her head 'no', knowing the Asian is about to put her in a torturous Boston Crab. Indeed, Estrina quickly sits onto the small of her foe’s back and violently yanks Kira's feet towards her head.
"I suggest you give up now Kira. My armpits are just going to get sweatier and sweatier as the match goes on. And you are gonna clean all that up!" Estrina threatens with an evil grin.
Boston Crab
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_ZRCxrVjJI
“Shut your mouth, freak,” a semi-recovered Lockwood wails at the champion from the outside, Polly’s face looking like she’s eaten a sour apple, the distasteful salty discharge from the Singaporean’s underarm still glazing her features.
She slaps the canvas to get the grimacing Koslova focused on her.
“Come on, Kira,” Polly mandates between spits of sweat off her lips. “Get your ass over here.”
The Red Menace growls and digs her nails into the canvas then starts to drag herself toward her partner and the ropes. Estrina fights to keep the Crab in place, brutally bending the spine of Vlad’s favorite wrestler. But the temerity of the Russian is a sight to see and slowly but surely she gets a palm within range, wrapping it around the bottom rope.
Instantly, the True American demands a break and the ref isn’t far behind. A disappointed Starfire releases the hold at ‘FOUR’, letting Kira’s legs drop to the canvas. Polly cradles her fellow colluder’s head in her arms.
“Don’t worry comrade,” Lockwood assures. “The belt will be yours. I guarantee it.”
But, having latched onto Kira’s ankles, Estrina begins tugging Koslova from Polly’s possession and, as she does, draws the redhead away from the safety of the cables. A desperate Lockwood continues to hold her partner’s wrists. And it’s soon a tug of war between Starfire and Stars-n-Stripes with the challenger as the prize. Polly and Estrina each pull, Kira stretched in the middle, groaning in pain. Finally, the lightweight champion wins the war, wrenching the Putinsta from Polly, Kira’s head and chest airborne for an instant before SLAMMING to the canvas, Koslova’s chin bouncing off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Estrina twists the challenger to her back but Koslova shows her toughness, immediately drawing her legs in and folding them. She shoots the limbs forward, pushing the champ off then scrambling to her feet.
Starfire, having been sent into a short backpedal, surges forward, pirouetting into a spin kick toward Kira’s chin. The Russian super-athlete ducks beneath Estrina’s effort. Kira latches onto a wrist and turns Starfire into a tight hammerlock, the redhead using it to tug the champ’s head into a front facelock.
From there, it’s elevator down. Kira lays out and SPIKES Estrina’s skull into the deck with a Hammerlock DDT.
Hammerlock DDT (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=octrBlFxtJY ) @ 00:16
Momentum brings the Asian to a seated position, her dark eyes glazed but a grasping pull on her trapezius from Koslova lays Estrina vertical. A still woozy Kira flops atop. On the sidelines, a beaming Polly turns to the FAWNatics, raising one finger then two as the official slaps the canvas in time. Basking in her partner’s glory, she raises a third digit toward the fans but their cheer in response lets the bite-sized blonde bully know there’s something wrong.
Lockwood turns to see the Singaporean was able to kick free. Polly runs a set of fingers through her honey-golden locks, disbelief squarely on her face. The usually stoic Kira shows incredulity in her own right as she kneels on her haunches next to the stirring titleholder.
Determined to end things once and for all, Polly slips away from Kira’s corner while the Russian lifts her foe to vertical and staggers her with an aptly named European Uppercut. Lockwood pilfers the lightweight gold from the timekeeper’s table and carries it cradled in her arms to the ring’s edge.
The Star-Spangled Bytch watches intently as Kira slides in from Estrina’s six, Koslova snaking her arms under and around those of Starfire, locking laced fingers tight to the back of the Asian’s neck, capturing Estrina in a full nelson.
Seeing her chance for title-winning shenanigans, Polly leaps on the apron and motions Kira to bring the sweat-drenched Starfire toward her. The champ is walked against her will and weakened effort toward Lockwood, the blonde brandishing her newly acquired, gilded weapon.
Estrina squirms within the confines of the full nelson but can’t break free from the powerful Russian. Moving her foe within belt-bashing length, Kira nods toward her partner in Collusion. But it’s then the official steps in, snagging the belt and tugging it away from the flustered patriot.
“HOW DARE YOU!” Polly screams as the zebra takes her weapon and walks it toward the opposite side of the ring, the man moving toward an attendant on the floor below.
The crowd’s cheers turn to groans however when Polly’s shouts of frustration suddenly turn to giggles, Lockwood delighted. She takes a pair of brass knux from the spandex over her right hip and slips them over her right set of fingers. The True American points to a temple with her left index finger to let every single liberal pinhead in the house know who’s the smartest in the land.
“JUST LIKE OUR PRESIDENT YOU LOSERS!”
Lockwood leans in and PLOWS an augmented right cross into…KIRA!
Estrina, dark eyes wide as the glimmering fist bared down on her, straightened her arms to vertical and sat out, slipping free of the nelson just before the arrival of the Star-Spangled Fist.
While the champ lands on her butt cheeks, Koslova’s head snaps away in violent fashion from the impact. She nosedives into the canvas, out cold before collapsing to the deck.
A distraught Polly, jaw open wide, baby blues even wider, can’t believe what’s happened. She tears at her golden locks.
“Wha…what…did you do?” Lockwood stammers down at the unconscious husk of the Russian super-athlete.
Not even vaguely aware of Estrina’s rise, the True American is caught flush with a dropkick to the chin from Starfire, Lockwood sent pinwheeling to the floor, crashing into a dazed heap.
The champ turns attention to her challenger. Estrina pulls Kira’s deadweight toward the center. She kneels next to her foe, brandishing her sweaty pit over the face of the jaw-jacked Russian as the oblivious official returns his attention to the fight having helped return the belt to its rightful resting place, confused by what he sees but ready to continue.
"Look at how sweaty this has become!" Starfire teases as she brandishes her armpit over Kira's face.
"Come on! Get up...I'm not going to pin you in this state!"
Estrina peels her glassy-eyed opponent off the canvas and onto her feet before shoving her into a corner. She throws her foe’s arms over the ropes before cocking her arm backwards and....gently taps Kira on the chest.
Smiling confidently, Starfire backs off from her cornered opponent, giving the challenger another fighting chance.
"Come on! Give me your best shot!"
The sweaty battler gestures Kira to bring it as she backs away. Still reeling from the brass-knuckle punch, Koslova collects herself and tiredly pushes out of the corner, charging the champion with an outstretched arm! But Starfire easily ducks the clothesline and moves to her six. Estrina spins the challenger around and kicks her right in the mid-section. However, instead of doubling over, The Red Menace drops onto her knees, clearly out of her game after the unwarranted punch.
Starfire picks the challenger up and tucks her head between her thighs in a standing headscissors, pointing to the crowd as she signals for the Supernova. Wrapping her arms around her foe’s waist, she hauls Kira into the air and drops her on the back of her neck!
Supernova
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Kira's body turns limp as soon as the finisher connects and The Slick Star folds her body for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEE!!!
"AND THE WINNER FOR THIS MATCH! STILL THE FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION! ESTRINA STAARRRFIREEE!!!"
The ref comes over and raises Estrina's arm as she stands up in her glistening glory. The crowd is quick to chant, "PITS! PITS! PITS!", asking for Estrina to humiliate her fallen opponent.
As soon as the belt returns to her, she drops it at her side and kneels beside the Russian Redhead. She raises Kira to a seat. "Now girl, you know my rules...", Estrina coos as she raises her arm and cups the back of Kira's head.
Kira, completely short of her senses, helplessly gets her head pushed into the sweaty flesh of The Glistening Goddess, getting every bit of sweat smeared onto her face as Estrina grinds her armpit on her face.
"Mmmm...Yeah! Clean it up Pit Rag!", Estrina chirps as Kira's features navigate her armpit.
The champion then throws Kira back onto the canvas and picks up the belt as she stands. "That's the taste of the champion my girl! Remember that!" Estrina teases as she throws the strap over her shoulder, waving to her fans as she exits the ring.
With Starfire striding up the ramp, Polly’s right hand emerges, slapping the canvas as she struggles up from her stupor on the floor. The little blonde hardbody gets her opposite hand on the mat and pulls herself to vertical on the edge of the apron, wavering as she stares into the ring in disbelief.
Wearily, she pushes her body to the deck and rolls under the bottom rope, ending on all fours a few feet from the still motionless Koslova. She crawls to the Russian and gingerly tries to wake the Red Menace from her slumber with a soft shove on her shoulder.
“Kira,” she whispers gently, continuing to rock the slowly stirring also-ran.
“Stahp,” Koslova coughs, but Polly continues to gently rouse her fellow colluder.
“I SAID STAHHHP YOU FOOL!”
Kira shoves Polly off her, Lockwood ending on her backside, propped by her palms on either side, a look of shock on her flawless features.
The crowd is likewise in silent surprise at Koslova’s anger toward her sponsor and watches with the True American as the furious redhead departs without another word or even look at Lockwood.
A sheepish Polly rolls out behind and trails a safe distance, Collusion showing some fraying around the edges as they leave on very separate wavelengths.