Post by walkindude on Jul 17, 2019 20:44:15 GMT
(editor's note: The real world proved exceedingly unkind last month, thus the delay in the latest installment of the Oil Report. If all goes well the July edition will go up shortly before the next PPV. Enjoy! ~rf)
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A victim of the Asian Invasion’s boomerang careers, Yuko often shuttling her army between FAWN and their Japanese roots as she saw fit, the Korean Lightweight of the Invaders hadn’t been in a FAWN ring since she and Reiko had their Tag Title reign snuffed out under the faded denim of Ivy Armstrong’s Daisy Dukes and her ‘Carolina Strong’ partner Cynthia Mitchell. Reiko recently made her initial return in a strong but ultimately futile showing against the Gorgeous Gangster and tonight it was Seah’s turn. Yuko threw her Little Dragon into the oily confines to start yet another front in the Invasion’s next war on the roster. Ogura might as well have shouted Dracarus! to the golden-skinned, raven-haired khaleesi, Seah burning up the baby oil and one of its most prideful proponents in Pearls, the Brazilian Luisa Campos. The Latinas slippery dominance of the Pit was sliding away if Yuko had anything to say and as usual she’d prepared a lot, screeching from the rim above the Pit at her Dragon to keep the pressure on. Seah tightly rode Campos’ back, pressing her pelvis into Luisa’s cheeks, right arm wrapping around Luisa’s neck in a Pearls ‘choker’ of a grasp Luisa’s windpipe compressed. Campos’ face turned rosy as Seah cut off the air supply while trying to keep flush on the greased South American. Sin, fluent in English, whispered some not-so-sweet nothings in Luisa’s ear, making sure Campos knew the hype surrounding her would be left on the shimmering blue plastic, like her carcass.
SEAH SIN:
LUISA CAMPOS:
Frowning / groaning as Seah continued her grind ‘n ride, Campos offered a few muttered curses in response to the trash-talk, but generally conserved her oxygen for an attempted jailbreak. Enduring Sin’s encroaching arm as best she could, Luisa braced her palms against the floor and pushed up, which in turn provided enough room for her to sliiiiiiide her right knee into position below. A return to all fours was imminent when the smirking Invader reached under with her left hand for a painful squeeze of the Brazilian’s right breast!
“BYTCH!” Campos cried out as Seah began to grope and knead in earnest. “I’m gonna mess you up for f*cking with meHHEEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Sin slipped a leg around the other brunette’s midsection and rolled onto her back, effectively drawing Pearls into her lap for a makeshift Rear Naked Choke. Legs threaded around Campos’ hips, Seah squeeeeeeeezed with the Scissors, mauled with the Claw and yoked up with the Chokehold, a triumvirate of torments that had Luisa red-faced from more than simple oxygen deprivation. “Diamonds and Pearls, huh?” Sin scoffed, clearly savoring the domination. “Doesn’t feel like the real deal to me. More like tacky costume jewelry!” She slipped her squeezin’ hand beneath the cup of Campos’ black top and dug in that much deeper. “C’mon loser beeyotch, tap out nice and loud for me. You don’t really want me to go full Invasion on your outclassed ass, do youAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Luisa filled one hand with Seah’s dark hair and wrenched her head roughly to one side. “This is MY Pit, sweetheart.” she hissed. “And I’m happy to show you why.” Flattening her free hand into a paddle, Campos reached behind her own back to palm Sin’s tummy, the trapped battler almost assuredly searching for a firm grip on opposing briefs.
Understanding where someone with Luisa's reputation had in mind , Seah twisted her hips to move the front juncture of her thighs out of reach. Unfortunately for the Invader it made her backside all the more accessible and Campos latched onto Sin's blood red bikini bottoms. She gave the Korean a makeshift thong when Luisa TUGGED the spandex high into the crack of the Little Dragon's ass. Seah yelped in pain, her body stiffening as Luisa started sawing her way into the tender tissue. Sin's quickly convinced to bring her cheeks flat to the Pit floor, but the Brazilian's grip around the floss was clenched tight and she abused Seah's undercarriage, even as Pearl's lids started to flutter from the Invader's tightening choke. Finally, Sin decided she's unwilling to pay the price, unwrapping her arm from around Luisa's throat and pushing on the Latina's shoulders, trying to heave her away.
But the spiteful Luisa, well accustomed to her oily second home of late didn’t roll away. Instead she spun under, flipping the Korean 180 degrees as she did. Luisa ended beneath, looking up at her foe, Seah's dark eyes half-lidded from Campos' unforgiving grip, the women chest to pert chest. Desperate, Seah ignored any offense from on top, instead reaching behind to her derriere, trying to pull her red floss free of the Brazilian's white knuckles.
"AH AH!" Luisa purred, gouging the wedged lycra deep into her foe's front crevice as well, Seah shrieking. "Tell Yuko the Pit's not open for her business.”
Sin didn’t bother to tell Ogura a damned thing, she’s too busy trying to extricate her traitorous togs from Pearls’ tenacious grip! But(t) this was easier said than done because Campos brought her legs up and hooked them around the other brunette’s waist, not to mention her arms. Ankles locked, Luisa squeezed even harder and made Sin pay for her earlier transgressions by YANKING those distended briefs back ‘n forth. “What’s all this crying, cupcake? I thought you were a big tuff badass, going to show me how it’s done in the Oil! You finding it hard to play badass when you can’t even pick your own wedgNNNGGGHHH!”
Seah wrenched one arm free of the other brunette’s coil and CRAAACKED a hard slap across the Brazilian’s smug features. Forcing herself to ignore the sting and burn for now, the Little Dragon popped her other hand loose and promptly buried both in Campos’ hair. Without so much as a snarl of warning, she jerked Luisa’s head off the glistening floor and BWONKED it down once, twice, three times!
“You ain’t tuff, honey! Seah huffed as her attacker’s grip first loosened, then fell away. “You might be able to fake it for a little while, but in the end…” Sin scrambled into a heavy straddle, grabbed the prone brunette’s hands and forced them against her sides, making it that much easier for Seah to pin them in place with her legs. “…in the end you crumple and fall, just like everyone else!”
Quick to get herself some payback, Seah cupped her hands and unleashed a furious barrage of slaps upon Luisa’s defenseless juggs!
Tide turned unexpectedly, Luisa was caught with her defenses down. The Little Dragon swatted the oil-soaked spandex atop Campos' bosom and the tender tissue beneath. "What do you do now?" Seah snarled, ending her frontal assault with a taste-removing paintbrush of Luisa's cheek that put the ebony-maned warrior's head on a swivel. "The Invasion takes what it wants. And we want the Pit!"
To illustrate the seriousness of her intentions, Seah leaned forward and drove a nerve pinch into a bundle in Luisa's left trapezius. The expert manipulation had Campos' entire port side shuddering. The Brazilian 's left eye twitches, saliva dribbling out of the left corner of her mouth, Sin shutting down half of the dangerous South American with the perfectly-placed meeting of right thumb, fore and middle fingers.
"Do you understand?" Sin chuckles.
Seah fashioned her free left hand into a cup and ran it along the Pit floor, scooping up a half-handful of baby oil before pie-facing Luisa's mug with the translucent goop. Luisa sputtered, spitting the oil from between the portion of her lips that could burble it outward instead of sucking it in. Frantic, Luisa writhed the portion of her frame that she could, trying to buck the puppetmaster off and pay her back for the humiliating display.
Humiliating indeed and it only got worse for Pearls when Sin dug her knees in and began to bounce her tush into Campos’ gulping stomach. It didn’t have quite the dreadful, gut-churning rhythm of that Gabby Mendoza toe-tapper ‘Quit, Bytchface, Quit!’ but it definitely had Seah grinning and Luisa groaning as the seconds wore on. Still digging away with that Nerve Pinch, the Little Dragon helped herself to another scoopful of oil and maaaaaasssshed it into the Brazilian’s protesting features before doubling down with a Nerve Pinch on the right side!
“Tap out!” Seah added her demands to Yuko’s near constant litany. “Tap out or… actually, don’t. I’d rather put your tacky handiwork to good use!”
Relinquishing the debilitating hold to SLAP her opponent across the face, Sin rose onto her knees, then swung around and slid backward to set that be-thonged tush atop Luisa’s--SMECK!
Campos shot her legs up, slipped them around the other brunette’s waist and sat up fast enough toTHWHAP Sin down flat on her face, chest and belly! Growling as she crossed her ankles against the back of Seah’s neck, Luisa bore down on the Scissors, but she saved the full force of her ire for the Korean’s squirming glutes. Fingers already hooked into talons, Luisa raaaaaaaaaaaaked Seah’s glutes no less than half a dozen times before she resumed that two-fisted grip on her waistband with renewed venom!
“Did you really think you could put this nasty thing in my face and walk out of this building under your own power?” she let loose just to slap Sin’s bum. “Huh? Didja, bytch?”
Caught off guard by how quickly Luisa shook off the seized nerves and muscles in either nape as Seah pivoted to take Campos' features as her throne with a Reverse Face Sit, it's Sin eating oily plastic while the fuming Latina ravaged her below. Yuko screeched at her Little Dragon to escape and regain control but the personal insult the Korean had lain upon Luisa had fast trasformed to a very personal injury inflicted BY the Brazilian. After having scored Seah's rump, welt trails growing rosy on the golden skin of the Invader, Luisa fought to a seated position and had the perfect key to victory staring her in the face. With her left hand hauling the red lycra floss upward, intensifying the front edge of the wedge, Luisa showed just how vicious she could be, adding an underhanded left claw into Seah's kitty.
Sin went wide-eyed on the opposite end, her lower lip quivering.
Yuko pulls at her long dark strands, sensing her Dragon's wings being clipped. "DON'T" Ogura demanded even as Seah's dark eyes started to well when Luisa dug in deeper.
"SAY IT!" Campos demanded as the Latina clenches her palm, talons digging in around the newly constructed thong. "You wanted a war?" Luisa growled. "Deal with the consequences!"
Luisa was hardly the most beloved lass on the roster, but that didn’t stop the fans from kicking up a thunderous ‘TAP!’ chant as a cringing Seah squalled against the slick floor of the Pit. Delighted by the support, Campos kept up both attacks for a few more seconds before abruptly giving up the Claw. Both Yuko and Seah sighed with relief only to cry out afresh when Pearls caught hold of her waistband from the front and began to saw on two different fronts!
“AAAAAAAAWWWWWW STAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” Sin wailed to the rafters. “JUST STAAAAAAAAHP, I SUBMIT!” The Little Dragon slapped the mat half a dozen times to make sure there was no mistake.
The bell sounded and Luisa was declared the winner, yet she made no effort to end the agonizing hold. Instead she puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuulled that much harder on both ends, seemingly trying to saw her adversary up the middle. “Oh, you submit?” Luisa asked sweetly. “To what? I’d really like to know, baby.”
“TO A WEDGIE!” Seah sobbed. “I SUBIT TO A WEDGIE!”
With that, Campos released the pressure and slid to one knee, though she still had a firm grasp on the back of Sin’s almost non-existent bottoms. Using the handle to haul Seah’s poor devastated buns off the mat, Luisa swatted ‘em a few times, then turned her attention to the camera. “See this, Gabby? It’s a glimpse into your future, bytch!”
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With the heat from Latinas boiling the Oil Pit, one of FAWN’s earlier headliners from that demographic, the Jersey firecracker by her family’s way of Cuba, Marisa Fuentes was late to join the slippery party. Now mainly a dark match refugee on the PPV circuit, the Jersey Girl was living up to the hype of her fellow Latinas tonight. Marisa rose the exception to the rule hard and greasy, grinding the freckled redhead once self-proclaimed as the Best Brit Ever into the shimmering blue plastic of the Pit floor. While Elizabeth Cromwell fell short of supplanting then lightweight title holder Zoë Scott at March to War, her successful year in the Pit defied the Hispanic hegemony rampant that surrounded and finally supplanted Lenore Lemarchand.
MARISA FUENTES:
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
Since the start of tonight’s festivities, Marisa looked a new woman and Lizzie an old dishrag, Fuentes appearing as if she’s born to the Pit, bending and knotting shiny ivory limbs and compressing alabaster tummy with her scissoring golden-brown stems. Presently, Marisa laid atop the grimacing, fidgeting Cromwell, Fuentes frustrating the steaming redhead. The Firecracker’s legs grapevined those of the Englishwoman, giving her foe no leverage to use the slippery sheet of plastic covering the Pit floor to do anything but ‘backstroke’ with her arms and get absolutely nowhere under the curvy frame of the Jersey Girl.
Settled in tummy to tummy, Marisa streeeeeeeeetched the Grapevine a little wider from time to time, but otherwise let the mount do the heavy lifting when it came to stifling the bratty Brit. “Might as well save your energy and tap out now, sweetie.” Fuentes giggled after she’d abruptly reached out to snatch hold of Cromwell’s straining left wrist. “You’re not going anywhere at the moment and all this wriggling you’re doing? It’s just gonna mean you’re exhausted by the time you tap--”
Abandoning her efforts for the moment, Lizzie reached up with her right hand, caught hold of Marisa’s hair just above the nape of her neck and YANKED back until the Firecracker hissed through clenched teeth. “Let me make one thing perfectly clear.” Cromwell huffed, her tone still haughty despite the awkward position. “Disgusting though your bovine figure may be, it is in NO WAY enough to force a surrender from HRRRRRRRGGGGGGGK!”
Not smiling now, Fuentes yanked Lizzie’s captured left arm up ‘n across the redhead’s throat and pressed down, transforming it into an impromptu Straightjacket Choke. “Better watch the words that come outta that prissy little mouth of yours, Liz.” Marisa growled as the pinned grappler continued to tear at her hair. “Otherwise I might decide to slap it off your face.”
She’d originally intended it as a threat, but just then Cromwell released her grip and ‘smecked’ a rough Iron Claw across the lower half of Marisa’s face! Dark eyes narrowed to slots, the Firecracker endured Lizzie’s talons so she could deliver a cannonade of short, furious slaps to the redhead’s rapidly flushing features.
Cromwell was finally convinced to unhook her tines, the claw falling away. Instead, she delivered a slap of her own to Marisa's cheek. Even though Fuentes had delivered a dozen of the same to the redhead, Marisa looked enraged, her face all 'oh no you dint! for Lizzie daring to crack her with one. Her Latin blood percolating if not yet boiling, Fuentes unwrapped her vines and scurried to a forward straddle of the BSP's waist. She collected Lizzie's left leg under the knee then did likewise with her foe's right, leaning and scooting forward. Using the oil atop the ivory skin and tricolor spandex of the Brit, Marisa slid up to Cromwell's pert bosom and settled on her haunches, matchbooking a squirming and evidently tiring Elizabeth. Being down all match long was beginning to show as Cromwell made no progress writhing to freedom. Marisa rose to a full kneel and dropped her booty into Lizzie's gurls, forcing a grunting exhale.
"Butt bouncing you to a surrender ain't a Gabby thing. It's a chica thing."
“It’s tacky and disgusting, is what it is.” Elizabeth managed once she’d drawn a full breath. “Exactly the sort of thing I’d expect from someone representing the genetic cesspit of New JersNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Marisa went up on her knees and dropped down full force, the ‘Spicy’ half of Spicy Matza using a callipygian bludgeon to rob Cromwell of her breath AND her sass. “What was that, Lizardbreath? Fuentes chided, her smile returning as she ‘swished’ her glutes back ‘n forth across the Englishwoman’s fluttering chest.
“I said you’re a disgusting reprobate trying to ride the coattails of yet another disgusting reprobate and I look forward to the day when I humiliate Gabriella Mendoza the same way I’ll humiliate YOOOOFFFHHHHH!”
Fuentes dropped a third Butt Bomb, this one stern enough to send a patter of oil into Cromwell’s gaping features. “You ain’t got the butt… or the guts, to take those briefs off Gabby, sweetheart. But me? I’m coming for the Barone--”
“Only if she sticks a hand down the front of your trunks you brazen slut.” the Prep School Princess snapped.
Suddenly furious, Marisa grabbed a double handful of hair and THUMPED Lizzie’s noggin against the Pit Floor. Then she scrambled to her feet and sprang straight into the air, Marisa kicking her legs up to waist-level to ensure she was coming down with every ounce of her weight behind the Butt ‘OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!’
A unified groan from the assembled FAWNatics when Cromwell barrel rolled to one side, leaving Marisa to SMASH her tailbone into the mat with the mother of all Keister Bounces!
Marisa's hands wedged under her aching ass, massaging her cheeks, features twisted in pain from the crash landing. Thankfully for the spice in Shawna's Matza, Elizabeth's having trouble getting past her knees as she hugged her aching chest with both arms. She also seemed gassed by the hot little Cuban and Marisa joined the freckled Brit on her knees. They 'walked' forward and BANG chests, each woman's arms wrapping tightly around the small of opposing back. Elizabeth embraces the chica for all she's worth but Fuentes had the heavy hot sauce and her Hug had a drained Cromwell breathless and sagging inside a dozen seconds.
Lizzie's encasing limbs lost their tension and fell leaden to her sides, the FAWNatics cheering on one of their mostly forgotten favorites. And the support, once dried up but now flowing thick like the baby oil, energized the Firecracker, her little biceps bulging as she cinched her arms tighter, drawing raspy tugs of air from the flagging Boarding School Princess.
"I'm gonnahhh..." Elizabeth's whispered threat died on the vine, the crushing power of the Latina's grip increasingly ragdolling the Englishwoman.
Marisa gave Cromwell a side-to-side shake. "You can say the magic word, gringa OR sleep under mi culo!”
Sensing Cromwell’s demise looming large, the crowd offered an enthusiastic chant of ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ that had Fuentes timing her constrictions to the beat. “C’mon sweetie, let me hear you say it!” Marisa grrrrrrrrrround her knotted fists into the hollow of Cromwell’s lower back while the tummy-to-tummy pressure sapped even more strength from the flagging Lioness.
“Nuuuuhhhhh…. NO! NOOOOOOOHHHHGGHHHH!”
Fuentes squeezed that much tighter, the Jersey Firecracker throwing it all into the crushing Bear Hug. Her reward was immediate, Cromwell’s hands flying to her own sopping locks for a desperation tug, the Englishwoman clearly trying to distract herself from mounting pressure with a little follicular discomfort. “Firecracker’s got you know, chica.” Marisa huffed. “You go out with a whimper and I go on with a baAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!”
Cromwell freed her hands, planted them against the sides of Marisa’s head and gouged her thumbs into the brunette’s eyes! “DON’T YOU DISMISS ME!” Elizabeth raged at her shrieking opposition. “DON’T EVER DISMISS ME!”
Fuentes shrieked in agony. Immediately, she released her embrace and staggered away from the Brit, blinded. Marisa walked straight into the Pit wall, bouncing into a drunken pirouette and landing on her back, furiously rubbing her eye sockets. "You gringa BYTCH!" the spicy Cuban-American howled.
Meanwhile, Cromwell was bent at the waist, huffing in oxygen while rubbing at her lower back. "You don't know how much," she assured. Loping as best she could to where Fuentes lies, Cromwell kept things simple, leaping above the splayed Latina and SPLASHING down on the shiny, tawny midriff of the Jersey Girl. Marisa jackknifed under her foe, eyes still welled and sight blurry, pursed lips bursting open with a forced exhale. She tried to slide out from under the Brit and made it about halfway before the BSP lifted an elbow and DROVE the point into Marisa's navel. Fuentes groaned deeply, her yellow bikini bottoms then punctuated with an elbow several important inches lower on her frame.
"AHHHGAWWD!" Marisa curled up as best she could under the intense pain but it only grew when Cromwell ground the bony joint into the swatch of bright spandex thinly covering her crotch.
"God save the Queen, bytch," Lizzie shouted. “AND I'M HER!"
Several more seconds of hard grinding dimmed the Firecracker considerably, and Cromwell managed a nasty smile when she pulled the groaning brunette to a seat. Sidling in from behind, Lizzie planted her left foot against the inside of Marisa’s left thigh and slid her foot out to stretch the limb away from Fuentes’ torso. In the next instant she wormed her right arm beneath Marisa’s left arm to drape the limb across the back of her neck and ultimately secure the Abdominal Stretch.
“Where’s that chant now, you cretins?” Cromwell asked of the FAWNatics even as she slap-slap-SLAPPED Marisa’s exposed midsection. “You all KNOW she’s going to be bawling in secEERRRHHHH!”
Jaw set to deal with the ache in her abs, Fuentes reached up with her right arm and buried it in Lizzie’s dark hair. “Get offa me, baby.” she growled. “Get off before I OOOOHHHHH SHHHHIIIIIITTT!”
Not about to negotiate with the American tramp, Cromwell crooked her slappin’ hand into a spade and affixed it to the center of those sunny yellow bottoms. “Go ahead, pull my hair.” Lizzie purred. “Pull with all your might while I squeeze with all of mine. I’m interested to see who wins out.” To that end she bore down once, twice, three times, the Young Lioness doing her best to drag a submission straight outta Marisa’s briefs.
Fuentes bit her lower lip, fighting the urge to squeal in pain and panic and maybe something worse...give up. But the catty Cromwell knew how to use her digits and the Jersey Girl was soon howling in anguish as the Brattiest Brit went to town. Even as the burning pain from below increased, so Cromwell's ingenious manipulation had Marisa breaking down on other fronts, her abs burning, her neck wrenched. The Latina tried to use the oil to her advantage and wriggle free or at least garner some slack but the freckled fighter was proving again, as she had against Avery and Lydia and Honey, she had a way in the greasy Pit, even able to turn the environment against a Latina lovely.
A yelping Marisa was able to swing a blind elbow behind her and crack Lizzie in a temple. It's enough to draw Cromwell's clenching hand away from the yellow of Fuentes' honeypot. Still, the Brit drove a knee into Marisa's spine once the Jersey Girl was freed from the Ab Stretch and Fuentes flopped to her chest, spreading the Johnson & Johnson from beneath her squishy landing. Cromwell dove atop her foe in a forward straddle of the Latina's spinal column and reached her hands forward. But instead of cupping them under Marisa's chin, she locked them onto the yellow cups of Fuentes' bosom. With both sets of talons clawing the thinly-sheathed flesh, Elizabeth leaned back with a BOOB Clutch!
“Yes, yes, that’s it, squeal for me!” Cromwell crooned as Marisa’s resistance eroded beneath the persistent punishment. Fuentes shook her head ‘no’, but the expression was dejected, not defiant. Somehow the Firecracker had lost control of the contest and now she was paying a painful, humiliating price. Elizabeth knew exactly what was on the brunette’s mind, which was why she took so much enjoyment squeezing, kneading, pulling, working and generally devastating the other wrestler’s assets.
“Where’s that heat now, chica?” the redhead taunted. “Shame’s the only thing you’re burning with!”
“Screw you!” Fuentes keened. “You haven’t won anything OOOOOOOHHHH STAAAAAHHHP!”
Cromwell tugged Marisa’s top down and went back to work, the smirking Englishwoman paying special attention to Fuentes’ nipples. It took almost ten seconds, but eventually Lizzie found the right station and Marisa began to bawl her surrender. “I GIVE, I GIVE, JUST LEGGO!”
Lizzie released with a flourish, though she promptly cupped a hand under the brunette’s chin and pulled her head up to show the camera. Snuggling in cheek to cheek, Elizabeth Cromwell proclaimed, “I don’t care who you are and I absolutely do not care what sort of heat you bring. If you step into this Pit, I will SHAME you. That’s a promise.”
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Tonight’s pair of Pit entrants shared a history dating back to the formative years of their FAWN careers. Rose Evans had first crossed paths with Chloe Fields in a Tag Team war pitting Barely Legal against the Upstarts back in 2015. Evans and then partner (and current Oil Baroness) Gabby Mendoza had laid a loss on Strawberry and her friend Katya Michalka, then left a rather sordid impression on their foes and the audience with a post-bell make-out session perched atop their opponent’s noses. Fields had never forgotten that particular indignity and though she’d had her fair share of chances to avenge herself upon the Baby-Faced Killer, this was her first singles opportunity against the Smartest Girl in the Room, considering that Evans had been a scarce presence in the FAWN Arena ever since Macy Renquist slapped her face ‘round backwards a couple ‘Mania’s back.
ROSE EVANS:
CHLOE FIELDS:
She’d returned with a vengeance as of late however, Evans unleashing a whole lotta pent up aggression against new hires and visiting indy players in an attempt to regain her former status. Of course Chloe was standing, or rather kneeling, in her way, and the former Lightweight Champion wasn’t about to just roll over for a dyed in the wool meanie like Rose. And so for the last fifteen minutes or so the pair of kinetic battlers had bounced, skidded, tumbled and generally pin-balled around the well-oiled Pit floor. We join the contest at a rare lull in the action, with Rose kneeling behind a seated Chloe, the former controlling the latter with a Chickenwing on her left arm and a Half Nelson on the right.
Not a fight winning hold at the moment, but Evans could certainly maneuver it into something unpleasant at any moment, a fact Fields seemed to acknowledge even as the mean-spirited redhead gouged the point of her chin into the side of the Upstart’s neck.
Still bitter Gabby dropped her as a tag partner for the flavor of the month in the vile, disgusting G-Honey Ginnifer Chadwick, Rose seemed ready to break anything in the oil in front of her to get to the Baroness and deliver payback. A major presumed problem was the slippery former Cirque de Soleil star who's proven herself more than adept in the Pit, Strawberry. But for the last several minutes, 'Berry had been buried under the vengeful redhead. With both arms captured, Fields couldn’t find an easy way to convince Evans to release. Chloe used the oily plastic to slip her derriere forward and end on her back, sneaking out of the Nelson in doing so. Rose lowered with her foe to keep the Chickenwing in place, only releasing when Fields was doing the job herself by placing her mass on her own folded arm, keeping it locked beneath. With both hands free and Chloe reclining in front of her, Rose dropped her shiny, ivory tummy atop Fields' face. The redhead's hands turned to claws and sank into inner thighs of Strawberry, Rose tearing into the sinew of the brunette's tawny stems while now digging her chin into Fields' belly button. Chloe's cries were muffled by Evans' abs, pressed tight to nose and lips.
"Eat it, circus freak. There isn't any way you're stopping me from getting to gassy Gabs."
Subjected to a bout of literal navel gazing beneath the Smartest Girl in the Room, Fields slid from side to side in search of an escape route, unfortunately Rose’s cruel claws kept the pair glued together in their north-south arrangement. Careful to keep her grips tight, Evans shifted her position just enough to let her thum-thum-thum-THUMP a quartet of quick Headbutts into the other wrestler’s gulping midsection. “Give it up, idiot.” Rose demanded. “Just because Mendoza is the endgame doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy my opening gam--DON’T YOU DARE!”
Chloe planted her feet and bridged up high and fast, an effort that might well have twisted her free of the redhead’s grasp if Evans hadn’t pressed her mug to those slick abdominal and chomped down! Fields’ bridge collapsed in an instant and the shrieks coming from beneath Rose’s own midsection grew in pitch, intensity and volume. Spitting on Chloe’s belly as soon as she’d stopped biting, Rose took a deep breath, then let it out with a huff. “As I was saying… Mendoza’s the endgame, but I’ll happily humiliate any loser that dares get in my HEY! I DON’T WHOOOAAAAHMMMPPPH!”
Chloe ‘smecked’ her free arm around Rose’s waist (snagging a handful of her black briefs for a little extra leverage) and barrel rolled the startled redhead onto her back, a shift that suddenly put Strawberry in charge of the Belly Smother! Sighing with relief as her trapped left arm came free, Fields flattened into a paddle and SLAPPED Rose’s thrashing legs several times before she doubled down on the Waistlock to add in a sort of unorthodox Bear Hug to proceedings. “Straw Beary Hug!” Chloe shouted as she squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed Rose’s ribs as hard as she could. “How do you like it, meanie?”
By the thrashing of the redhead from below, it certainly wasn’t the Smartest Girl's favorite position, though the FAWNatics showed their appreciation for the change in fortune loudly. Showing her adept Pit-work, Fields leaned backward with her Hug still tight and reached her knees despite the slick surface beneath her and the wriggling redhead. Rose remained in an embrace of sorts, this one over Strawberry's right shoulder. Chloe moved to one knee and tried to stand but the slick plastic finally bit her in the booty. Fields’ feet flew out in front of her and, as her legs shot forward, Evans dropped from Fields' shoulder to her soles, with Chloe in a Dragon Sleeper of sorts.
With one arm wrapped around the Upstart's neck, Fields bent back in an arch, Chloe's face pointed toward the ceiling, Rose pointED an index finger at her temple, placing an exclamation on the obvious...THE SMARTEST! Evans kept Chloe in the draining position before deciding to barrel roll violently to the right and bury the Upstart's forehead into the Pit floor with a Spinning Neckbreaker.
The violent impact sat Fields up with whiplash speed, the former LW Champ cradling her aching head in both hands. This was more than ok with Rose, it meant she didn’t have to worry about dealing with any defenses when she curled her fingers into talons and RAKED her prey from shoulders to the small of the back! Chloe cried out, wobble-spun to one knee and tried to rise, but Evans simply snatched a double handful of hair and drove her forehead into the mat with awkward yet effective Facebuster! “Don’t even think about trying to wriggle free.” Rose snapped as she flopped Chloe onto her back once again. “I’ve got a message to send and I’ll use your agony to do it!”
Positioned above her floundering foe, Rose leaned forward and carefully looped her left arm around the back of Fields’ head even as she slid backward to stretch out flat on her tummy. Forcing her right arm beneath Chloe’s torso to lock her hands in another twist on the Dragon Sleeper, Evans repeatedly jostled the hold while Chloe kicked and thrashed. “Can I make a confession, idiot?” Rose asked after several seconds of punishment. “It turns out I rather enjoyed biting you. In fact, I enjoyed it so much I believe I’ll do it again.” With that she leaned down and set her teeth to work on the modest curves of her opponent’s chest!
The gnawing of the Smartest and apparently Hungriest Girl had Chloe shrieking and the FAWNatics around the edge of the Pit jeering. But ask Evans if she cared as she continues to flash her incisors into lycra-covered bounty. At least Chloe's gurls had the advantage of some cover but it didn’t stop Strawberry from reacting as if she's been plugged into a hot socket.
"STAHHHP...YOU...YOU...BYTCH!"
The crowd gasped at Chloe's language and it even caught Rose by surprise, her jaw dropping open. She lifted her head from dinner, grinning. "Well dear me," Rose purred. "What would Sammie say?" Not giving Chloe a chance to surmise, Evans lowered the boom with a forearm shiver into the Fields' jaw. Chloe's noggin violently twisted away from the impact and when it wobbled back, the brunette's dark eyes were glassy. "I think being an Upstart canceled out your Latina Heat, Pinky Pie." Rose chuckled. The redhead settled in a stance next to the head of the dazed Strawberry and lifted off, dropping a shimmering, ivory stem across Chloe's throat, sending the Upstart into another set of throes that made Chloe look like a fish out of water and, more importantly, an Upstart running out of time.
Tiring of this mewling sad-sack when there was real game to hunt, Rose helped herself to a handful of Fields’ hair and held on tight while she sidled through a quarter turn that let her slide both legs around Chloe’s skull. Ankles crossed, she pushed up on her heels to increase the pressure of the Scissors and because there was no such thing as ‘too much’ punishment, she bounced her heels against the center of Fields’ bottoms once, twice, three ti-‘OOOOOOHHHHHH!’ Surprise from the FAWNatics and irritation from Evans when the Upstart twisted over onto her stomach without actually freeing herself from the predicament.
“Well, that didn’t do you much good, did it?” Rose thrust her hips up, grinding her crotch against the other wrestler’s chin. “Were you just interested in a closer view of my trunks before I finished WHOOOAAAAAHHH HEY STOOOOOOOOP!”
Powering to all fours in spite of the Scissors, Chloe scrambled forward until her shoulders were snug in the pits of Rose’s knees and the redhead was stacked on her shoulders. Locking her arms in a tight loop around the meanie’s thighs, Fields clambered to one knee, then pushed all the way to verticality, albeit a hunched-over version thereof thanks to those tenacious Scissors. Some observers on the edge called for Chloe to Powerbomb her way to freedom, but Fields didn’t even consider such a thing. Instead she straightened them both up as best she could, then abruptly turned Rose onto her tummy, stepped over and sat down hard, trapping the Smartest Girl in the Room in the nastiest Boston Crab in the Oil Pit!
“AAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHH!” Evans shrieked in surprise, disgust and yes, pain, the flailing redhead clearly unable to believe that Fields had turned the tables so abruptly. But Rose didn’t NEED to believe it, Chloe, not to mention the rest of the FAWNatics, believed it plenty enough for her.
Settled deep in the hollow of her opponent’s back, Fields kept the pressure steady as she barked, “Give it up, Rosie! I’ve got you now!”
“F*CK YOU DO!” Rose started to reach for the ropes, realized there were none, then reached for Chloe’s hair instead. Her fingers brushed the end of Fields’ ponytail, but Chloe flicked it away, the former Lightweight Champion knowing damned well what Evans was thinking.
“I said give!” Chloe drove her pert tush into Rose’s strained back, earning several more curses from the suffering wrestler. “Don’t make me tell you again!”
Evans laughed aloud, despite the pain of her predicament. “Are you ACTUALLY threatening me? she scoffed. “The bytch that wept over a dead teddy beOOOOOHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Standing up without so much as a word of warning, Chloe steadied her footing for a moment, then dropped backward in a slow, beautiful bridge that ended with the crown of her head only inches from the back of Rose’s skull! “ASK HER!” Fields shouted to the official looking over the edge of the Pit.
He did, but Rose didn’t hear much of it over the suddenly cacophonous ‘TAP!’ chants reverberating off the walls of the Pit! Bent into a spine-snapping circle by the move soon to be known as the Beary Trap, Rose scrambled and twisted, reached and fought, but couldn’t free herself from the torturous Crab. Stuffing her face into the crook of one elbow, she reached out with her other hand and swatted the mat once, twice, three times!
The ref and the crowd noticed her surrender simultaneously, thus the cheers were going strong even before the bell CLANGED or the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… CHLOE FIELDS!”
Chloe released Evans' legs, the limbs snapping back into their proper alignment as Fields flopped to the redhead's side, ending on her haunches. The grinning, glistening Strawberry waved to the crowd as a mewling Rose reached for her lower spinal column, trying to massage away the throbbing ache.
Overcome with happiness, Chloe cupped Rose's head in her hands, drew it up and gave the Smartest Girl a smooch on the forehead. A sputtering Evans complained bitterly but she couldn’t do much to stop the show of affection. After giving her goodbye kiss, Chloe popped to her feet, celebrating with the Pit crowd. She walked across Rose's backbone, one step placed perfectly to give Evans a reminder this result wasn’t a mistake.
She cheekily drew a palm to her lips in a joyful moment of sorry-not-sorry and pumped her fist to the crowd before finding the nearest lens. "I'm coming Gabby and I've got a Beary Trap set just for you!"
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A victim of the Asian Invasion’s boomerang careers, Yuko often shuttling her army between FAWN and their Japanese roots as she saw fit, the Korean Lightweight of the Invaders hadn’t been in a FAWN ring since she and Reiko had their Tag Title reign snuffed out under the faded denim of Ivy Armstrong’s Daisy Dukes and her ‘Carolina Strong’ partner Cynthia Mitchell. Reiko recently made her initial return in a strong but ultimately futile showing against the Gorgeous Gangster and tonight it was Seah’s turn. Yuko threw her Little Dragon into the oily confines to start yet another front in the Invasion’s next war on the roster. Ogura might as well have shouted Dracarus! to the golden-skinned, raven-haired khaleesi, Seah burning up the baby oil and one of its most prideful proponents in Pearls, the Brazilian Luisa Campos. The Latinas slippery dominance of the Pit was sliding away if Yuko had anything to say and as usual she’d prepared a lot, screeching from the rim above the Pit at her Dragon to keep the pressure on. Seah tightly rode Campos’ back, pressing her pelvis into Luisa’s cheeks, right arm wrapping around Luisa’s neck in a Pearls ‘choker’ of a grasp Luisa’s windpipe compressed. Campos’ face turned rosy as Seah cut off the air supply while trying to keep flush on the greased South American. Sin, fluent in English, whispered some not-so-sweet nothings in Luisa’s ear, making sure Campos knew the hype surrounding her would be left on the shimmering blue plastic, like her carcass.
SEAH SIN:
LUISA CAMPOS:
Frowning / groaning as Seah continued her grind ‘n ride, Campos offered a few muttered curses in response to the trash-talk, but generally conserved her oxygen for an attempted jailbreak. Enduring Sin’s encroaching arm as best she could, Luisa braced her palms against the floor and pushed up, which in turn provided enough room for her to sliiiiiiide her right knee into position below. A return to all fours was imminent when the smirking Invader reached under with her left hand for a painful squeeze of the Brazilian’s right breast!
“BYTCH!” Campos cried out as Seah began to grope and knead in earnest. “I’m gonna mess you up for f*cking with meHHEEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Sin slipped a leg around the other brunette’s midsection and rolled onto her back, effectively drawing Pearls into her lap for a makeshift Rear Naked Choke. Legs threaded around Campos’ hips, Seah squeeeeeeeezed with the Scissors, mauled with the Claw and yoked up with the Chokehold, a triumvirate of torments that had Luisa red-faced from more than simple oxygen deprivation. “Diamonds and Pearls, huh?” Sin scoffed, clearly savoring the domination. “Doesn’t feel like the real deal to me. More like tacky costume jewelry!” She slipped her squeezin’ hand beneath the cup of Campos’ black top and dug in that much deeper. “C’mon loser beeyotch, tap out nice and loud for me. You don’t really want me to go full Invasion on your outclassed ass, do youAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Luisa filled one hand with Seah’s dark hair and wrenched her head roughly to one side. “This is MY Pit, sweetheart.” she hissed. “And I’m happy to show you why.” Flattening her free hand into a paddle, Campos reached behind her own back to palm Sin’s tummy, the trapped battler almost assuredly searching for a firm grip on opposing briefs.
Understanding where someone with Luisa's reputation had in mind , Seah twisted her hips to move the front juncture of her thighs out of reach. Unfortunately for the Invader it made her backside all the more accessible and Campos latched onto Sin's blood red bikini bottoms. She gave the Korean a makeshift thong when Luisa TUGGED the spandex high into the crack of the Little Dragon's ass. Seah yelped in pain, her body stiffening as Luisa started sawing her way into the tender tissue. Sin's quickly convinced to bring her cheeks flat to the Pit floor, but the Brazilian's grip around the floss was clenched tight and she abused Seah's undercarriage, even as Pearl's lids started to flutter from the Invader's tightening choke. Finally, Sin decided she's unwilling to pay the price, unwrapping her arm from around Luisa's throat and pushing on the Latina's shoulders, trying to heave her away.
But the spiteful Luisa, well accustomed to her oily second home of late didn’t roll away. Instead she spun under, flipping the Korean 180 degrees as she did. Luisa ended beneath, looking up at her foe, Seah's dark eyes half-lidded from Campos' unforgiving grip, the women chest to pert chest. Desperate, Seah ignored any offense from on top, instead reaching behind to her derriere, trying to pull her red floss free of the Brazilian's white knuckles.
"AH AH!" Luisa purred, gouging the wedged lycra deep into her foe's front crevice as well, Seah shrieking. "Tell Yuko the Pit's not open for her business.”
Sin didn’t bother to tell Ogura a damned thing, she’s too busy trying to extricate her traitorous togs from Pearls’ tenacious grip! But(t) this was easier said than done because Campos brought her legs up and hooked them around the other brunette’s waist, not to mention her arms. Ankles locked, Luisa squeezed even harder and made Sin pay for her earlier transgressions by YANKING those distended briefs back ‘n forth. “What’s all this crying, cupcake? I thought you were a big tuff badass, going to show me how it’s done in the Oil! You finding it hard to play badass when you can’t even pick your own wedgNNNGGGHHH!”
Seah wrenched one arm free of the other brunette’s coil and CRAAACKED a hard slap across the Brazilian’s smug features. Forcing herself to ignore the sting and burn for now, the Little Dragon popped her other hand loose and promptly buried both in Campos’ hair. Without so much as a snarl of warning, she jerked Luisa’s head off the glistening floor and BWONKED it down once, twice, three times!
“You ain’t tuff, honey! Seah huffed as her attacker’s grip first loosened, then fell away. “You might be able to fake it for a little while, but in the end…” Sin scrambled into a heavy straddle, grabbed the prone brunette’s hands and forced them against her sides, making it that much easier for Seah to pin them in place with her legs. “…in the end you crumple and fall, just like everyone else!”
Quick to get herself some payback, Seah cupped her hands and unleashed a furious barrage of slaps upon Luisa’s defenseless juggs!
Tide turned unexpectedly, Luisa was caught with her defenses down. The Little Dragon swatted the oil-soaked spandex atop Campos' bosom and the tender tissue beneath. "What do you do now?" Seah snarled, ending her frontal assault with a taste-removing paintbrush of Luisa's cheek that put the ebony-maned warrior's head on a swivel. "The Invasion takes what it wants. And we want the Pit!"
To illustrate the seriousness of her intentions, Seah leaned forward and drove a nerve pinch into a bundle in Luisa's left trapezius. The expert manipulation had Campos' entire port side shuddering. The Brazilian 's left eye twitches, saliva dribbling out of the left corner of her mouth, Sin shutting down half of the dangerous South American with the perfectly-placed meeting of right thumb, fore and middle fingers.
"Do you understand?" Sin chuckles.
Seah fashioned her free left hand into a cup and ran it along the Pit floor, scooping up a half-handful of baby oil before pie-facing Luisa's mug with the translucent goop. Luisa sputtered, spitting the oil from between the portion of her lips that could burble it outward instead of sucking it in. Frantic, Luisa writhed the portion of her frame that she could, trying to buck the puppetmaster off and pay her back for the humiliating display.
Humiliating indeed and it only got worse for Pearls when Sin dug her knees in and began to bounce her tush into Campos’ gulping stomach. It didn’t have quite the dreadful, gut-churning rhythm of that Gabby Mendoza toe-tapper ‘Quit, Bytchface, Quit!’ but it definitely had Seah grinning and Luisa groaning as the seconds wore on. Still digging away with that Nerve Pinch, the Little Dragon helped herself to another scoopful of oil and maaaaaasssshed it into the Brazilian’s protesting features before doubling down with a Nerve Pinch on the right side!
“Tap out!” Seah added her demands to Yuko’s near constant litany. “Tap out or… actually, don’t. I’d rather put your tacky handiwork to good use!”
Relinquishing the debilitating hold to SLAP her opponent across the face, Sin rose onto her knees, then swung around and slid backward to set that be-thonged tush atop Luisa’s--SMECK!
Campos shot her legs up, slipped them around the other brunette’s waist and sat up fast enough toTHWHAP Sin down flat on her face, chest and belly! Growling as she crossed her ankles against the back of Seah’s neck, Luisa bore down on the Scissors, but she saved the full force of her ire for the Korean’s squirming glutes. Fingers already hooked into talons, Luisa raaaaaaaaaaaaked Seah’s glutes no less than half a dozen times before she resumed that two-fisted grip on her waistband with renewed venom!
“Did you really think you could put this nasty thing in my face and walk out of this building under your own power?” she let loose just to slap Sin’s bum. “Huh? Didja, bytch?”
Caught off guard by how quickly Luisa shook off the seized nerves and muscles in either nape as Seah pivoted to take Campos' features as her throne with a Reverse Face Sit, it's Sin eating oily plastic while the fuming Latina ravaged her below. Yuko screeched at her Little Dragon to escape and regain control but the personal insult the Korean had lain upon Luisa had fast trasformed to a very personal injury inflicted BY the Brazilian. After having scored Seah's rump, welt trails growing rosy on the golden skin of the Invader, Luisa fought to a seated position and had the perfect key to victory staring her in the face. With her left hand hauling the red lycra floss upward, intensifying the front edge of the wedge, Luisa showed just how vicious she could be, adding an underhanded left claw into Seah's kitty.
Sin went wide-eyed on the opposite end, her lower lip quivering.
Yuko pulls at her long dark strands, sensing her Dragon's wings being clipped. "DON'T" Ogura demanded even as Seah's dark eyes started to well when Luisa dug in deeper.
"SAY IT!" Campos demanded as the Latina clenches her palm, talons digging in around the newly constructed thong. "You wanted a war?" Luisa growled. "Deal with the consequences!"
Luisa was hardly the most beloved lass on the roster, but that didn’t stop the fans from kicking up a thunderous ‘TAP!’ chant as a cringing Seah squalled against the slick floor of the Pit. Delighted by the support, Campos kept up both attacks for a few more seconds before abruptly giving up the Claw. Both Yuko and Seah sighed with relief only to cry out afresh when Pearls caught hold of her waistband from the front and began to saw on two different fronts!
“AAAAAAAAWWWWWW STAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” Sin wailed to the rafters. “JUST STAAAAAAAAHP, I SUBMIT!” The Little Dragon slapped the mat half a dozen times to make sure there was no mistake.
The bell sounded and Luisa was declared the winner, yet she made no effort to end the agonizing hold. Instead she puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuulled that much harder on both ends, seemingly trying to saw her adversary up the middle. “Oh, you submit?” Luisa asked sweetly. “To what? I’d really like to know, baby.”
“TO A WEDGIE!” Seah sobbed. “I SUBIT TO A WEDGIE!”
With that, Campos released the pressure and slid to one knee, though she still had a firm grasp on the back of Sin’s almost non-existent bottoms. Using the handle to haul Seah’s poor devastated buns off the mat, Luisa swatted ‘em a few times, then turned her attention to the camera. “See this, Gabby? It’s a glimpse into your future, bytch!”
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With the heat from Latinas boiling the Oil Pit, one of FAWN’s earlier headliners from that demographic, the Jersey firecracker by her family’s way of Cuba, Marisa Fuentes was late to join the slippery party. Now mainly a dark match refugee on the PPV circuit, the Jersey Girl was living up to the hype of her fellow Latinas tonight. Marisa rose the exception to the rule hard and greasy, grinding the freckled redhead once self-proclaimed as the Best Brit Ever into the shimmering blue plastic of the Pit floor. While Elizabeth Cromwell fell short of supplanting then lightweight title holder Zoë Scott at March to War, her successful year in the Pit defied the Hispanic hegemony rampant that surrounded and finally supplanted Lenore Lemarchand.
MARISA FUENTES:
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
Since the start of tonight’s festivities, Marisa looked a new woman and Lizzie an old dishrag, Fuentes appearing as if she’s born to the Pit, bending and knotting shiny ivory limbs and compressing alabaster tummy with her scissoring golden-brown stems. Presently, Marisa laid atop the grimacing, fidgeting Cromwell, Fuentes frustrating the steaming redhead. The Firecracker’s legs grapevined those of the Englishwoman, giving her foe no leverage to use the slippery sheet of plastic covering the Pit floor to do anything but ‘backstroke’ with her arms and get absolutely nowhere under the curvy frame of the Jersey Girl.
Settled in tummy to tummy, Marisa streeeeeeeeetched the Grapevine a little wider from time to time, but otherwise let the mount do the heavy lifting when it came to stifling the bratty Brit. “Might as well save your energy and tap out now, sweetie.” Fuentes giggled after she’d abruptly reached out to snatch hold of Cromwell’s straining left wrist. “You’re not going anywhere at the moment and all this wriggling you’re doing? It’s just gonna mean you’re exhausted by the time you tap--”
Abandoning her efforts for the moment, Lizzie reached up with her right hand, caught hold of Marisa’s hair just above the nape of her neck and YANKED back until the Firecracker hissed through clenched teeth. “Let me make one thing perfectly clear.” Cromwell huffed, her tone still haughty despite the awkward position. “Disgusting though your bovine figure may be, it is in NO WAY enough to force a surrender from HRRRRRRRGGGGGGGK!”
Not smiling now, Fuentes yanked Lizzie’s captured left arm up ‘n across the redhead’s throat and pressed down, transforming it into an impromptu Straightjacket Choke. “Better watch the words that come outta that prissy little mouth of yours, Liz.” Marisa growled as the pinned grappler continued to tear at her hair. “Otherwise I might decide to slap it off your face.”
She’d originally intended it as a threat, but just then Cromwell released her grip and ‘smecked’ a rough Iron Claw across the lower half of Marisa’s face! Dark eyes narrowed to slots, the Firecracker endured Lizzie’s talons so she could deliver a cannonade of short, furious slaps to the redhead’s rapidly flushing features.
Cromwell was finally convinced to unhook her tines, the claw falling away. Instead, she delivered a slap of her own to Marisa's cheek. Even though Fuentes had delivered a dozen of the same to the redhead, Marisa looked enraged, her face all 'oh no you dint! for Lizzie daring to crack her with one. Her Latin blood percolating if not yet boiling, Fuentes unwrapped her vines and scurried to a forward straddle of the BSP's waist. She collected Lizzie's left leg under the knee then did likewise with her foe's right, leaning and scooting forward. Using the oil atop the ivory skin and tricolor spandex of the Brit, Marisa slid up to Cromwell's pert bosom and settled on her haunches, matchbooking a squirming and evidently tiring Elizabeth. Being down all match long was beginning to show as Cromwell made no progress writhing to freedom. Marisa rose to a full kneel and dropped her booty into Lizzie's gurls, forcing a grunting exhale.
"Butt bouncing you to a surrender ain't a Gabby thing. It's a chica thing."
“It’s tacky and disgusting, is what it is.” Elizabeth managed once she’d drawn a full breath. “Exactly the sort of thing I’d expect from someone representing the genetic cesspit of New JersNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Marisa went up on her knees and dropped down full force, the ‘Spicy’ half of Spicy Matza using a callipygian bludgeon to rob Cromwell of her breath AND her sass. “What was that, Lizardbreath? Fuentes chided, her smile returning as she ‘swished’ her glutes back ‘n forth across the Englishwoman’s fluttering chest.
“I said you’re a disgusting reprobate trying to ride the coattails of yet another disgusting reprobate and I look forward to the day when I humiliate Gabriella Mendoza the same way I’ll humiliate YOOOOFFFHHHHH!”
Fuentes dropped a third Butt Bomb, this one stern enough to send a patter of oil into Cromwell’s gaping features. “You ain’t got the butt… or the guts, to take those briefs off Gabby, sweetheart. But me? I’m coming for the Barone--”
“Only if she sticks a hand down the front of your trunks you brazen slut.” the Prep School Princess snapped.
Suddenly furious, Marisa grabbed a double handful of hair and THUMPED Lizzie’s noggin against the Pit Floor. Then she scrambled to her feet and sprang straight into the air, Marisa kicking her legs up to waist-level to ensure she was coming down with every ounce of her weight behind the Butt ‘OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!’
A unified groan from the assembled FAWNatics when Cromwell barrel rolled to one side, leaving Marisa to SMASH her tailbone into the mat with the mother of all Keister Bounces!
Marisa's hands wedged under her aching ass, massaging her cheeks, features twisted in pain from the crash landing. Thankfully for the spice in Shawna's Matza, Elizabeth's having trouble getting past her knees as she hugged her aching chest with both arms. She also seemed gassed by the hot little Cuban and Marisa joined the freckled Brit on her knees. They 'walked' forward and BANG chests, each woman's arms wrapping tightly around the small of opposing back. Elizabeth embraces the chica for all she's worth but Fuentes had the heavy hot sauce and her Hug had a drained Cromwell breathless and sagging inside a dozen seconds.
Lizzie's encasing limbs lost their tension and fell leaden to her sides, the FAWNatics cheering on one of their mostly forgotten favorites. And the support, once dried up but now flowing thick like the baby oil, energized the Firecracker, her little biceps bulging as she cinched her arms tighter, drawing raspy tugs of air from the flagging Boarding School Princess.
"I'm gonnahhh..." Elizabeth's whispered threat died on the vine, the crushing power of the Latina's grip increasingly ragdolling the Englishwoman.
Marisa gave Cromwell a side-to-side shake. "You can say the magic word, gringa OR sleep under mi culo!”
Sensing Cromwell’s demise looming large, the crowd offered an enthusiastic chant of ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ that had Fuentes timing her constrictions to the beat. “C’mon sweetie, let me hear you say it!” Marisa grrrrrrrrrround her knotted fists into the hollow of Cromwell’s lower back while the tummy-to-tummy pressure sapped even more strength from the flagging Lioness.
“Nuuuuhhhhh…. NO! NOOOOOOOHHHHGGHHHH!”
Fuentes squeezed that much tighter, the Jersey Firecracker throwing it all into the crushing Bear Hug. Her reward was immediate, Cromwell’s hands flying to her own sopping locks for a desperation tug, the Englishwoman clearly trying to distract herself from mounting pressure with a little follicular discomfort. “Firecracker’s got you know, chica.” Marisa huffed. “You go out with a whimper and I go on with a baAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!”
Cromwell freed her hands, planted them against the sides of Marisa’s head and gouged her thumbs into the brunette’s eyes! “DON’T YOU DISMISS ME!” Elizabeth raged at her shrieking opposition. “DON’T EVER DISMISS ME!”
Fuentes shrieked in agony. Immediately, she released her embrace and staggered away from the Brit, blinded. Marisa walked straight into the Pit wall, bouncing into a drunken pirouette and landing on her back, furiously rubbing her eye sockets. "You gringa BYTCH!" the spicy Cuban-American howled.
Meanwhile, Cromwell was bent at the waist, huffing in oxygen while rubbing at her lower back. "You don't know how much," she assured. Loping as best she could to where Fuentes lies, Cromwell kept things simple, leaping above the splayed Latina and SPLASHING down on the shiny, tawny midriff of the Jersey Girl. Marisa jackknifed under her foe, eyes still welled and sight blurry, pursed lips bursting open with a forced exhale. She tried to slide out from under the Brit and made it about halfway before the BSP lifted an elbow and DROVE the point into Marisa's navel. Fuentes groaned deeply, her yellow bikini bottoms then punctuated with an elbow several important inches lower on her frame.
"AHHHGAWWD!" Marisa curled up as best she could under the intense pain but it only grew when Cromwell ground the bony joint into the swatch of bright spandex thinly covering her crotch.
"God save the Queen, bytch," Lizzie shouted. “AND I'M HER!"
Several more seconds of hard grinding dimmed the Firecracker considerably, and Cromwell managed a nasty smile when she pulled the groaning brunette to a seat. Sidling in from behind, Lizzie planted her left foot against the inside of Marisa’s left thigh and slid her foot out to stretch the limb away from Fuentes’ torso. In the next instant she wormed her right arm beneath Marisa’s left arm to drape the limb across the back of her neck and ultimately secure the Abdominal Stretch.
“Where’s that chant now, you cretins?” Cromwell asked of the FAWNatics even as she slap-slap-SLAPPED Marisa’s exposed midsection. “You all KNOW she’s going to be bawling in secEERRRHHHH!”
Jaw set to deal with the ache in her abs, Fuentes reached up with her right arm and buried it in Lizzie’s dark hair. “Get offa me, baby.” she growled. “Get off before I OOOOHHHHH SHHHHIIIIIITTT!”
Not about to negotiate with the American tramp, Cromwell crooked her slappin’ hand into a spade and affixed it to the center of those sunny yellow bottoms. “Go ahead, pull my hair.” Lizzie purred. “Pull with all your might while I squeeze with all of mine. I’m interested to see who wins out.” To that end she bore down once, twice, three times, the Young Lioness doing her best to drag a submission straight outta Marisa’s briefs.
Fuentes bit her lower lip, fighting the urge to squeal in pain and panic and maybe something worse...give up. But the catty Cromwell knew how to use her digits and the Jersey Girl was soon howling in anguish as the Brattiest Brit went to town. Even as the burning pain from below increased, so Cromwell's ingenious manipulation had Marisa breaking down on other fronts, her abs burning, her neck wrenched. The Latina tried to use the oil to her advantage and wriggle free or at least garner some slack but the freckled fighter was proving again, as she had against Avery and Lydia and Honey, she had a way in the greasy Pit, even able to turn the environment against a Latina lovely.
A yelping Marisa was able to swing a blind elbow behind her and crack Lizzie in a temple. It's enough to draw Cromwell's clenching hand away from the yellow of Fuentes' honeypot. Still, the Brit drove a knee into Marisa's spine once the Jersey Girl was freed from the Ab Stretch and Fuentes flopped to her chest, spreading the Johnson & Johnson from beneath her squishy landing. Cromwell dove atop her foe in a forward straddle of the Latina's spinal column and reached her hands forward. But instead of cupping them under Marisa's chin, she locked them onto the yellow cups of Fuentes' bosom. With both sets of talons clawing the thinly-sheathed flesh, Elizabeth leaned back with a BOOB Clutch!
“Yes, yes, that’s it, squeal for me!” Cromwell crooned as Marisa’s resistance eroded beneath the persistent punishment. Fuentes shook her head ‘no’, but the expression was dejected, not defiant. Somehow the Firecracker had lost control of the contest and now she was paying a painful, humiliating price. Elizabeth knew exactly what was on the brunette’s mind, which was why she took so much enjoyment squeezing, kneading, pulling, working and generally devastating the other wrestler’s assets.
“Where’s that heat now, chica?” the redhead taunted. “Shame’s the only thing you’re burning with!”
“Screw you!” Fuentes keened. “You haven’t won anything OOOOOOOHHHH STAAAAAHHHP!”
Cromwell tugged Marisa’s top down and went back to work, the smirking Englishwoman paying special attention to Fuentes’ nipples. It took almost ten seconds, but eventually Lizzie found the right station and Marisa began to bawl her surrender. “I GIVE, I GIVE, JUST LEGGO!”
Lizzie released with a flourish, though she promptly cupped a hand under the brunette’s chin and pulled her head up to show the camera. Snuggling in cheek to cheek, Elizabeth Cromwell proclaimed, “I don’t care who you are and I absolutely do not care what sort of heat you bring. If you step into this Pit, I will SHAME you. That’s a promise.”
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Tonight’s pair of Pit entrants shared a history dating back to the formative years of their FAWN careers. Rose Evans had first crossed paths with Chloe Fields in a Tag Team war pitting Barely Legal against the Upstarts back in 2015. Evans and then partner (and current Oil Baroness) Gabby Mendoza had laid a loss on Strawberry and her friend Katya Michalka, then left a rather sordid impression on their foes and the audience with a post-bell make-out session perched atop their opponent’s noses. Fields had never forgotten that particular indignity and though she’d had her fair share of chances to avenge herself upon the Baby-Faced Killer, this was her first singles opportunity against the Smartest Girl in the Room, considering that Evans had been a scarce presence in the FAWN Arena ever since Macy Renquist slapped her face ‘round backwards a couple ‘Mania’s back.
ROSE EVANS:
CHLOE FIELDS:
She’d returned with a vengeance as of late however, Evans unleashing a whole lotta pent up aggression against new hires and visiting indy players in an attempt to regain her former status. Of course Chloe was standing, or rather kneeling, in her way, and the former Lightweight Champion wasn’t about to just roll over for a dyed in the wool meanie like Rose. And so for the last fifteen minutes or so the pair of kinetic battlers had bounced, skidded, tumbled and generally pin-balled around the well-oiled Pit floor. We join the contest at a rare lull in the action, with Rose kneeling behind a seated Chloe, the former controlling the latter with a Chickenwing on her left arm and a Half Nelson on the right.
Not a fight winning hold at the moment, but Evans could certainly maneuver it into something unpleasant at any moment, a fact Fields seemed to acknowledge even as the mean-spirited redhead gouged the point of her chin into the side of the Upstart’s neck.
Still bitter Gabby dropped her as a tag partner for the flavor of the month in the vile, disgusting G-Honey Ginnifer Chadwick, Rose seemed ready to break anything in the oil in front of her to get to the Baroness and deliver payback. A major presumed problem was the slippery former Cirque de Soleil star who's proven herself more than adept in the Pit, Strawberry. But for the last several minutes, 'Berry had been buried under the vengeful redhead. With both arms captured, Fields couldn’t find an easy way to convince Evans to release. Chloe used the oily plastic to slip her derriere forward and end on her back, sneaking out of the Nelson in doing so. Rose lowered with her foe to keep the Chickenwing in place, only releasing when Fields was doing the job herself by placing her mass on her own folded arm, keeping it locked beneath. With both hands free and Chloe reclining in front of her, Rose dropped her shiny, ivory tummy atop Fields' face. The redhead's hands turned to claws and sank into inner thighs of Strawberry, Rose tearing into the sinew of the brunette's tawny stems while now digging her chin into Fields' belly button. Chloe's cries were muffled by Evans' abs, pressed tight to nose and lips.
"Eat it, circus freak. There isn't any way you're stopping me from getting to gassy Gabs."
Subjected to a bout of literal navel gazing beneath the Smartest Girl in the Room, Fields slid from side to side in search of an escape route, unfortunately Rose’s cruel claws kept the pair glued together in their north-south arrangement. Careful to keep her grips tight, Evans shifted her position just enough to let her thum-thum-thum-THUMP a quartet of quick Headbutts into the other wrestler’s gulping midsection. “Give it up, idiot.” Rose demanded. “Just because Mendoza is the endgame doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy my opening gam--DON’T YOU DARE!”
Chloe planted her feet and bridged up high and fast, an effort that might well have twisted her free of the redhead’s grasp if Evans hadn’t pressed her mug to those slick abdominal and chomped down! Fields’ bridge collapsed in an instant and the shrieks coming from beneath Rose’s own midsection grew in pitch, intensity and volume. Spitting on Chloe’s belly as soon as she’d stopped biting, Rose took a deep breath, then let it out with a huff. “As I was saying… Mendoza’s the endgame, but I’ll happily humiliate any loser that dares get in my HEY! I DON’T WHOOOAAAAHMMMPPPH!”
Chloe ‘smecked’ her free arm around Rose’s waist (snagging a handful of her black briefs for a little extra leverage) and barrel rolled the startled redhead onto her back, a shift that suddenly put Strawberry in charge of the Belly Smother! Sighing with relief as her trapped left arm came free, Fields flattened into a paddle and SLAPPED Rose’s thrashing legs several times before she doubled down on the Waistlock to add in a sort of unorthodox Bear Hug to proceedings. “Straw Beary Hug!” Chloe shouted as she squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed Rose’s ribs as hard as she could. “How do you like it, meanie?”
By the thrashing of the redhead from below, it certainly wasn’t the Smartest Girl's favorite position, though the FAWNatics showed their appreciation for the change in fortune loudly. Showing her adept Pit-work, Fields leaned backward with her Hug still tight and reached her knees despite the slick surface beneath her and the wriggling redhead. Rose remained in an embrace of sorts, this one over Strawberry's right shoulder. Chloe moved to one knee and tried to stand but the slick plastic finally bit her in the booty. Fields’ feet flew out in front of her and, as her legs shot forward, Evans dropped from Fields' shoulder to her soles, with Chloe in a Dragon Sleeper of sorts.
With one arm wrapped around the Upstart's neck, Fields bent back in an arch, Chloe's face pointed toward the ceiling, Rose pointED an index finger at her temple, placing an exclamation on the obvious...THE SMARTEST! Evans kept Chloe in the draining position before deciding to barrel roll violently to the right and bury the Upstart's forehead into the Pit floor with a Spinning Neckbreaker.
The violent impact sat Fields up with whiplash speed, the former LW Champ cradling her aching head in both hands. This was more than ok with Rose, it meant she didn’t have to worry about dealing with any defenses when she curled her fingers into talons and RAKED her prey from shoulders to the small of the back! Chloe cried out, wobble-spun to one knee and tried to rise, but Evans simply snatched a double handful of hair and drove her forehead into the mat with awkward yet effective Facebuster! “Don’t even think about trying to wriggle free.” Rose snapped as she flopped Chloe onto her back once again. “I’ve got a message to send and I’ll use your agony to do it!”
Positioned above her floundering foe, Rose leaned forward and carefully looped her left arm around the back of Fields’ head even as she slid backward to stretch out flat on her tummy. Forcing her right arm beneath Chloe’s torso to lock her hands in another twist on the Dragon Sleeper, Evans repeatedly jostled the hold while Chloe kicked and thrashed. “Can I make a confession, idiot?” Rose asked after several seconds of punishment. “It turns out I rather enjoyed biting you. In fact, I enjoyed it so much I believe I’ll do it again.” With that she leaned down and set her teeth to work on the modest curves of her opponent’s chest!
The gnawing of the Smartest and apparently Hungriest Girl had Chloe shrieking and the FAWNatics around the edge of the Pit jeering. But ask Evans if she cared as she continues to flash her incisors into lycra-covered bounty. At least Chloe's gurls had the advantage of some cover but it didn’t stop Strawberry from reacting as if she's been plugged into a hot socket.
"STAHHHP...YOU...YOU...BYTCH!"
The crowd gasped at Chloe's language and it even caught Rose by surprise, her jaw dropping open. She lifted her head from dinner, grinning. "Well dear me," Rose purred. "What would Sammie say?" Not giving Chloe a chance to surmise, Evans lowered the boom with a forearm shiver into the Fields' jaw. Chloe's noggin violently twisted away from the impact and when it wobbled back, the brunette's dark eyes were glassy. "I think being an Upstart canceled out your Latina Heat, Pinky Pie." Rose chuckled. The redhead settled in a stance next to the head of the dazed Strawberry and lifted off, dropping a shimmering, ivory stem across Chloe's throat, sending the Upstart into another set of throes that made Chloe look like a fish out of water and, more importantly, an Upstart running out of time.
Tiring of this mewling sad-sack when there was real game to hunt, Rose helped herself to a handful of Fields’ hair and held on tight while she sidled through a quarter turn that let her slide both legs around Chloe’s skull. Ankles crossed, she pushed up on her heels to increase the pressure of the Scissors and because there was no such thing as ‘too much’ punishment, she bounced her heels against the center of Fields’ bottoms once, twice, three ti-‘OOOOOOHHHHHH!’ Surprise from the FAWNatics and irritation from Evans when the Upstart twisted over onto her stomach without actually freeing herself from the predicament.
“Well, that didn’t do you much good, did it?” Rose thrust her hips up, grinding her crotch against the other wrestler’s chin. “Were you just interested in a closer view of my trunks before I finished WHOOOAAAAAHHH HEY STOOOOOOOOP!”
Powering to all fours in spite of the Scissors, Chloe scrambled forward until her shoulders were snug in the pits of Rose’s knees and the redhead was stacked on her shoulders. Locking her arms in a tight loop around the meanie’s thighs, Fields clambered to one knee, then pushed all the way to verticality, albeit a hunched-over version thereof thanks to those tenacious Scissors. Some observers on the edge called for Chloe to Powerbomb her way to freedom, but Fields didn’t even consider such a thing. Instead she straightened them both up as best she could, then abruptly turned Rose onto her tummy, stepped over and sat down hard, trapping the Smartest Girl in the Room in the nastiest Boston Crab in the Oil Pit!
“AAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHH!” Evans shrieked in surprise, disgust and yes, pain, the flailing redhead clearly unable to believe that Fields had turned the tables so abruptly. But Rose didn’t NEED to believe it, Chloe, not to mention the rest of the FAWNatics, believed it plenty enough for her.
Settled deep in the hollow of her opponent’s back, Fields kept the pressure steady as she barked, “Give it up, Rosie! I’ve got you now!”
“F*CK YOU DO!” Rose started to reach for the ropes, realized there were none, then reached for Chloe’s hair instead. Her fingers brushed the end of Fields’ ponytail, but Chloe flicked it away, the former Lightweight Champion knowing damned well what Evans was thinking.
“I said give!” Chloe drove her pert tush into Rose’s strained back, earning several more curses from the suffering wrestler. “Don’t make me tell you again!”
Evans laughed aloud, despite the pain of her predicament. “Are you ACTUALLY threatening me? she scoffed. “The bytch that wept over a dead teddy beOOOOOHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Standing up without so much as a word of warning, Chloe steadied her footing for a moment, then dropped backward in a slow, beautiful bridge that ended with the crown of her head only inches from the back of Rose’s skull! “ASK HER!” Fields shouted to the official looking over the edge of the Pit.
He did, but Rose didn’t hear much of it over the suddenly cacophonous ‘TAP!’ chants reverberating off the walls of the Pit! Bent into a spine-snapping circle by the move soon to be known as the Beary Trap, Rose scrambled and twisted, reached and fought, but couldn’t free herself from the torturous Crab. Stuffing her face into the crook of one elbow, she reached out with her other hand and swatted the mat once, twice, three times!
The ref and the crowd noticed her surrender simultaneously, thus the cheers were going strong even before the bell CLANGED or the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… CHLOE FIELDS!”
Chloe released Evans' legs, the limbs snapping back into their proper alignment as Fields flopped to the redhead's side, ending on her haunches. The grinning, glistening Strawberry waved to the crowd as a mewling Rose reached for her lower spinal column, trying to massage away the throbbing ache.
Overcome with happiness, Chloe cupped Rose's head in her hands, drew it up and gave the Smartest Girl a smooch on the forehead. A sputtering Evans complained bitterly but she couldn’t do much to stop the show of affection. After giving her goodbye kiss, Chloe popped to her feet, celebrating with the Pit crowd. She walked across Rose's backbone, one step placed perfectly to give Evans a reminder this result wasn’t a mistake.
She cheekily drew a palm to her lips in a joyful moment of sorry-not-sorry and pumped her fist to the crowd before finding the nearest lens. "I'm coming Gabby and I've got a Beary Trap set just for you!"