Post by walkindude on Aug 9, 2019 2:39:00 GMT
Good evening friends,
The unrelenting heat of summer rolls on, thankfully so does the slippery savageries of FAWN's Oil Pit. Enjoy!
~RF
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Turning the Pit into their own personal playground, the Latina heat of June’s Pit Madness continued right into July. The one holdout against the dominance of the ebony-haired beauties in the previous month, fair and freckled Elizabeth Cromwell had seemingly a sterner test than June’s Marisa Fuentes, in the up and coming Pearls, Luisa Campos.
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
LUISA CAMPOS:
But early on Lizzie looked more than up to the task, taking control out of the gate with her vicious cattiness, clawing and twisting and using every tawny body part she could to douse the steaming Brazilian. Perhaps showing a hangover from her tag title loss at Summer Swelter, Luisa couldn’t seem to find an answer for the nasty redhead’s assault.
Sending a message to her one-time frenemy Sammie Sinclair, Lizzie clearly meant to show the People’s Princess wasn’t the only Brit who could find success after the demise of their team.
The snarly Cromwell rode the back of Campos’ waist in a forward straddle. She reached behind with her right hand and latched onto Luisa’s red bikini bottoms. Sending a meaty forearm shiver to Pearls’ spine to keep her horizontal, Elizabeth followed with a foul YANK of Luisa’s spandex, providing the Brazilian a makeshift thong. Campos yipped in pain, her dark eyes welling as she bit a trembling lower lip.
“Latina Heat?” Cromwell asked no one in particular. “Try Cold English Steel!”
Above, the official asked if she wanted to surrender but Luisa shook her head ‘no’ at once. “Not a chance in hell.” she huffed. “This chalk-faced Limey bytch isn’t going to submit me to a f*cking wedgEEERRRRHHHHHHH!”
Cromwell tugged her grip that much farther north, the self-described World’s Brattiest Brit sawing the oily spandex deep between Campos’ glutes. Free hand palmed against the side of Luisa’s face, Lizzie pressssssssssed down, not because she thought it’d finish Pearls off, but because she loved the sound of Luisa’s breath sputtering in the oil. “Oh, are you too bloody tuff to submit to a wedgie, luv?” the redhead sneered. “I bet Seah thought much the same before you got your filthy paws on her trunks!”
Infuriated by her opponent’s show of control, Campos braced one hand against the floor of the Pit and reached back with the other in an effort to slash, scratch and gouge at Cromwell’s forearm. “Seah didn’t think anything slut, she was too busy begging me to let goOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH STAAAAAHHHHP!”
Elizabeth relinquished the wedgie, slipped an index finger into the side of Campos’ mouth and pulled back in a vicious Fishhook! “You’re gonna beg too.” Lizzie giggled. “Longer and louder than Sin ever manAAARRRRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Luisa twisted into the pull and chomped down on the encroaching digit! It wasn’t enough to make the Englishwoman immediately abandon her mount, so Pearls resolved to keep chewing until she did.
A cursing Cromwell pulled her finger free of Luisa's ivory choppers. She cradled the mangled digit against chest, features turning from disbelief to anger. "I'm so gonnAHHH." Before Lizzie could get the threat fully on its way, Pearls rose to all fours beneath and Cromwell used the dark oily mop of the Brazilian as reins to try and keep her mount. Desperate to get the Brit off her, Campos bucked her butt slightly upward and lowered her shoulders and head to the blue plastic of the Pit floor, creating a slope the redhead slid down. Unfortunately for Campos, Cromwell didn’t slide all the way off. Instead, her glistening ivory cheeks ended atop the back of Luisa's noggin, forcing Campos to eat oil beneath the Brit's bum. "What a great idea," Lizzie giggles. "Lap it up, lucha!" Cromwell added a bounce, flattening Pearls' flawless face into the Pit floor, letting her foe a few inches off the slippery skin of the floor before CRUNCHNG down again.
Lizzie repeated the butt bouncing tactic half a dozen times before finally shifting her legs to brace the soles of both feet against the sides of Luisa’s trapped noggin. Hands on her hips as she basked in the oily domination, Cromwell looked over the brunette’s tawny form, then voiced a disdainful sniff. “YOU’RE supposed to have a shot against Mendoza? I’m sorry, I just don’t see it. All I see is a scratching post with a little more attitude than most.”
This didn’t sit well with Campos and she bucked hard, trying to throw the obnoxious redhead from her perch. But Lizzie was not to be denied, let alone defied and she made Pearls pay for the resistance with gaudy two-handed Overhand Slap that CRAAAACKED against those wriggling Brazilian buns! “Submit!” All trace of teasing was gone when Cromwell raaaaaaaaaaked her fingernails up those exposed curves. “Blubber your surrender for these peons and I’ll let you leave the Pit under your own powEEERRRRRRHHHHHHHH!”
Luisa stopped swatting and did some grabbing, namely a double handful of Lizzie’s tri-color bottoms. Just like that the wedgie war resumed nastier than ever, Campos yanking and tugging in a blind attempt to split the Prep School Princess in half!
Fire was definitely fought with fire from the ebony-maned Pearls as she heaved the trunks upward to make Cromwell a Union Jackass. Elizabeth was forced up with her bottoms to try and keep the wedge to a minimum. But all rising did was allow Campos to slip out from under the freckled and now frazzled redhead, ending behind Lizzie with her grip on the spandex still in place.
"You want to see how Seah felt?" It's a fully rhetorical question as the growling Luisa moved her grip from waistband to leg holes and shoved the space age polymer so far up the Brit's backside it disappeared! Elizabeth yelped in pain, hopping to her feet to relieve the agony but again Luisa followed, the Brazilian adding to her legend of floss-making from the previous month. With Lizzie on whimpering tiptoes, Luisa swept a leg and sent Cromwell crashing to her back, the oil beneath the freckled fighter spurting from beneath her.
Grip finally gone, Campos lifted off into the sky above the splayed Londoner and gutted the ivory tummy with a perfectly-placed Splash, an 'X' of bodies marking the spot where Pearls would take control of the gaping gringa.
Breathing hard after the first Splash, Luisa abruptly rose up on her palms and tiptoes like she was gonna do a push-up. Instead she dropped down in a miniature Splash, then a second, a third, a fourth and yes, a fifth. Each SMECKING tummy-on-tummy impact drove a little more air from Cromwell’s lungs, meaning she was mouth-breathing pretty hard by the time Pearls swung ‘round into a north-south arrangement with the BSP. Thighs framing the Briton’s face, Luisa reached back with one hand, grabbed a damp hank of hair and tugged Lizzie’s chin into the southern slope of her glutes. “Get your nasty little face in there, puta.” Campos demanded even as she crossed her ankles and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze.
Cromwell’s thrashing began all over again, though it didn’t amount to much what with the brunette palming her knees to keep those dangerous legs glued to the floor. “You’re finished now, Elizabeth.” Luisa pronounced her opponent’s name in an awful faux-Cockney accent. “Admit it before I decide to give you what Seah got!”
Not about to acknowledge the Latina's superiority, Cromwell tried to use the slick substance below her to squirm out of the predicament, but Campos continued to make a statement with this modified '69'. The tawny-skinned beauty locked a Scissors around the temples of the redhead, the Reverse Headscissors muffling Cromwell's complaints and those were plenty when Luisa treated Lizzie to a dastardly front-end wedgie, the kind that ended Seah's night the month before. But before Campos could get the spandex sawing action in far enough to force a Cromwell capitulation, a stifled shriek from beneath accompanies a Herculean effort by Elizabeth to barrel roll to her right and exchange top for bottom. Gravity no longer allowing her to keep her nose out of juncture of Lizzie's thighs, Luisa kept the Scissors at full force but her access to the attack down under was sidetracked. Lizzie leaned into the smother even if her tender tissue was feeling scalded. And she added a pumping fury of lifted right knees, smashing the bony point into the crown of the Brazilian's dome time and time again.
Vicious though the wedgie was, it paled in comparison to the machine-gun volley of Cromwell’s knees and Luisa eventually abandoned it to provide some more suitable defenses for her vulnerable skull. Lizzie noted the cessation of the sawing, though the crushing pressure of the brunette’s Scissors meant it registered only vaguely. Still, a small voice in the back of her head claimed it as a victory and this emboldened her to squeeze all the harder.
One level down, Luisa groaned in muffled anguish and answered with a vile constriction of her own. The stalemate continued for the better part of fifteen seconds, both ladies features going pink, then red, then downright rosy as each sought to impose her--
Elizabeth ‘pwopped’ her head free of Campos’ thighs, the Boarding School Princess sucking in great, ragged gasps. Scrambling to her knees without letting her cheeks leave Luisa’s mug, Cromwell bounced in place, once, twice, three times, the last landing stern enough to get Pearls pushing at her engulfing glutes. Lizzie only swatted them aside, the redhead resuming her former ‘tude as she made a great show of ‘snapping’ her distended briefs back into a more acceptable arrangement.
“Look at it, brat. Take a really good look!” She didn’t wait for Campos to acknowledge the order. Instead she reached down with both hands and raaaaaaaaaaaaaked the Brazilian’s inner thighs half a dozen times before claiming her waistband in an oddly dainty grip. Eyebrows arched, she raised her gaze to those assembled and asked, “Shall I?”
Not about to fight the feral ferocity of the Boarding School Princess, the crowd cheers on the oily antics of the World's Shiniest Brit. Cromwell didn’t let them down, treating Luisa to a brutal front wedgie that had the Latina spitfire howling into Lizzie's derriere.
"I'd say this is for Seah but who gives a shyt about her? This is for me!"
Elizabeth used the scarlet spandex to saw her way into Campos' kitty, Luisa finding the Pit torture not so pleasing when turned on her. While Cromwell continued her spandex lumberjacking with her right hand, she buried left fist in the tawny, glistening abdomen of the faltering Latina, Luisa grunting with the impacts between sobbing mewls from the kitty catty attack lower on her frame.
"Am I going to saw you up the middle, chica? Or am I going to pound a hole through you first?" Elizabeth snickered. "Or maybe I'll just make you breathe my butt instead of the Pit air." Cromwell advanced on all three fronts, torturing the collapsing Campos. "I'm hitting the Latina grand slam, ladies and gents!" she shouted to the throng above. "Fuentes, Campos, Fields and yes that Barely Baroness Mendoza!" Lizzie used her grip on what was now a spandex rope and pulled Campos' lower half up and over into a Matchbooked cradle with a colossal tug. Lizzie rose slightly off Campos' face to give Luisa one final opportunity.
"Quit! Or it'll be Diamonds & Pussies from now on."
Luisa’s respiration was shallow and quick but it didn’t seem to help, she just couldn’t catch her breath. Turning her head so she wasn’t staring directly into the Brit Brat’s hateful glutes, Campos whispered, “I quit… I quit. Juuuuhhhh… just get offa meNOOOEERRRGGGHMMMMRRRRHHHHHHH!”
Lizzie grabbed a handful of hair, turned the brunette’s face toward the rafters and sat down hard, making damned sure to pinch Luisa’s nose between her vengeful buns.
“She quit, you all heard her!” Cromwell crowed to everyone within the sound of her voice, the quest for witnesses seemingly unnecessary as the bell sounded almost immediately thereafter.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… ELIZABETH CROMWELL!”
Doubling down on the Matchbook again, Cromwell bounced atop her victorious perch and chided, “I’ve never tried to crush a pearl before, BUTT I think I can handle it, don’t you, Luisa?”
“Staaaaaaahhhhhppp.” Luisa moaned into her tormentor’s rump. “Jusgeddhoffameeeeeeeemmmmpppppppphhhh!”
Elizabeth tossed those exhausted legs away, put her hands on her hips and just clenched those crushing cheeks until Campos drifted off into the snug, slippery darkness that was the sole provenance of Oil Pit losers. “Get a good look, Gabriella.” Cromwell swept an expansive hand over her slumbering throne. “She didn’t have enough to avoid this humiliation and neither do you. Get ready for a changing of the guard, bytch.”
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CHLOE FIELDS:
GINNIFER CHADWICK:
The capacity crowd in Daytona were treated to a particularly frenetic serving of oily action tonight as former Lightweight Champion Chloe Fields found herself squaring off with none other than ‘Gorgeous’ Ginnifer Chadwick in her latest effort to secure a bout with current Baroness (and Ginnifer’s best friend) Gabby Mendoza. Though primarily known for their grounded action, the first ten minutes of this particular ‘Pit Fight’ were almost exclusively vertical, with Fields using her nigh uncanny agility to keep the Gorgeous One off balance while Chadwick used her power and size advantage to slow Chloe to *almost* manageable speeds.
An early Bear Hug looked to be the first real turning point of the match, but Chloe hadn’t been trapped for more than fifteen seconds before a Bell Ringer broke the blonde’s grip and left her open for a snappy ‘Rana which in turn led to a Sunset Flip and then both wrestlers were back up for a greasy-quick exchange of Headlocks, Chickenwings, Hammerlocks, Sleepers and anything else they could think to apply before the other woman twisted loose.
Eventually the pace did slow, Ginnifer plucking Chloe’s Crossbody from the air just to she could stomp forward and thwhum-thwhum-THWHUMP the former acrobat against the high walls of the Pit. Backing into the center once the worst of Fields’ squirming died down, Ginnifer smirked up at those assembled, then dropped to one knee and DROVE Chloe’s exposed flank onto the posted joint with a nasty Rib-Breaker. “This little streak of yours ends tonight, Bytch Face.” Chadwick promised as she continued to bear down. “You’re not getting anywhere near Gabby.”
The blonde rotated Fields on her femur so the brunette's spine was across the upper leg then pushed down on either side, seeing how far she could arch the oily Strawberry. Chloe bit her lower lip as Gin Blossom bore down. When Ginnifer forced a yip of pain from the anguished Upstart, Chadwick raised her hands, laces her fingers and RAMMED a Double Axhandle into Chloe's tawny tummy. Fields spasmed and flopped off Chadwick and onto her side, the one opposite of G-Honey's breaker. Settling in a seat behind Chloe's spine, Ginnifer's extended her legs, stuffing her soles into Berry's backbone while simultaneously grabbing a wrist on one side and an ankle on the other. Turning the glistening fan favorite into a bow to her arrow, as she streeeetched Chloe into Upstart taffy. Chadwick demanded her pony-tailed foe surrender but Fields responded with a spunky “NEVAAHHHH!”
The defiance didn’t seem to bother Ginnifer in the slightest, in fact the blonde looked downright pleased with herself when she hunched forward to observe her handiwork. Doing so eased the Bow & Arrow’s pressure by the tiniest bit so Fields reached for those encroaching ankles with her free hand and-- Chadwick wrenched backward and stretched out, the Gorgeous One arched in a low bridge that bent Chloe from an already unpleasant ‘C’ to a downright agonizing ‘U’.
“Forever is a looooooong time, brat!” Ginnifer sneered as the onlookers started a spirited ‘Please Don’t Tap!’ chant. “Especially when you’re trapped in the Pit with a superior--”
“Stuff it!” Chloe groaned as she worried and tugged at the blonde’s ankles. “You’re nothing but a superior meanEEEEEERRRRHHHH!”
Chadwick began twisting her heels, the second generation superstar showing no qualms about pulling the surrender outta Fields inch by stubborn in--“OOOOOWWWWW LEGGO BYTCH!” Suddenly it was Ginnifer shrieking in dismay when Chloe grabbed one big toe and tried to snap it off her foot!
“YOU LET GO FIRST!” the brunette demanded. “AND WATCH YOUR MOUTH!”
"This is wrestling, bytch face. The whole idea is NOT to let go," Ginnifer explained, not without a point. But let go she did when Strawberry started bending her handle at egregious angles. Standing up, Ginnifer was able to break free from the literal toehold. The Gorgeous One fought to latch onto one ankle and, despite her foe's slippery struggles for freedom, Chadwick eventually locked onto the other, spreading Chloe's legs wide.
"Tell me to let go," Gin Blossom barked. "I dare ya." Chloe's too busy 'washing windows' with her plaintive palms. "That counts!" Ginnifer decided and she dropped a Headbutt, but it's to Chloe's navel and the greasy taut abs around it. The crowd was impressed by Chadwick's fair play and by Gin Blossom's follow-up claw being north of the equator, G-Honey digging her ruby-tipped talons into the bronzed flesh of the Upstart's belly. Claw delving deep, Ginnifer placed her left hand atop the 'chewing' right.
"Time for some second thoughts, hey circus clown. Amirite?”
Shaking her head ‘no, no, no!’ when the official asked if she wanted to quit, Chloe grabbed hold of the blonde’s wrists and pulled as hard as she could but couldn’t free her tummy from Chadwick’s grip. “Give it up, Fields.” Ginnifer huffed after she’d spent several more seconds bearing down on the brunette’s midriff. “Unless you want me to claw a brand new Care Bears logo onto this disgusting little paunUUUNNNGGGHHH!”
Chloe used her grip on Chadwick’s wrists to rise to a seat, a shift which eased the pain in her belly without actually freeing her from the hold. To that end she brought her legs up, ‘smecked’ them around Gin Blossom’s waist and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed with all her might. Ankles locked, Fields raised her rump from the oil and sent another long constriction through the Scissors. “You doing ok, Ginny?” she asked sweetly. “You’re looking a little green. Maybe you should tap out and get your tummy che--”
CRAAACK!
Chadwick released one of her Belly Claws and pasted a vicious Bytch Slap across the smaller wrestler’s mouth. “I’m doing fine, you scrawny little freak.” Ginnifer hissed. “You though, you look like you’re about to cry for SammHRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Chloe leaned in, hooked her free (right) arm around the back of the blonde’s neck and cranked down to turn the simple Scissors into a genuine Guillotine Choke. “Go on and cry if you want.” Fields murmured. “Maybe Gabby will hear it and come down here to cheer you on. Because no one else will.”
But Fields' huge brown eyes went deer in the headlights as Ginnifer showed she's more than Gabby's sidekick, powering up to her feet with Strawberry still locked on both around her midriff and her neck. Chloe and the crowd could hardly believe it. The blonde pekked punches into the flesh under either rib cage of Strawberry, punishing the Upstart for brazenly, stubbornly holding on like a pit-bull if one were to wear a frilly pink bikini and wear it extremely well. With Fields' Scissors loosening, Ginnifer's hands moved to the brunette's hips and threw her off, or at least her sinewy, shiny legs. The lower limbs flew behind Chloe but Fields' upper grip, converted to a Front Facelock, brought the Gorgeous One down with her as the Latina landed on her chest and Chloe on her forehead!
The modified DDT was not the only trick up the former Cirque du Soleil star's sleeve as she somersaulted forward. Chloe kept her grip intact while she bridged above her ivory-skinned foe, Gin Blossom's gray bikini turned much darker by the oily sheen not to mention significantly more sheer. Trapped in Chloe's 'Clutch Berry', Ginnifer writhed in agony, her neck and vertebrae stretched to the snapping point.
"Quit!" Fields demands. "And I mean NOW!"
“NO!” Chadwick groaned, the word more than a little slurred after jouncing her head against the floor of the Pit. Teeth bared against the throb in her skull and the creeping ache in her neck, the Gorgeous One groped for purchase, found one of the brunette’s wrists and dug in in search of the pressure point on the underside. She found it without too much trouble, but the oil allowed Fields to twist her hand in the blonde’s grip to avoid the very worst of the jolt. But it was far from pleasant so Chloe somersaulted back the way she’d came to land on her knees with the Front Facelock still grinding down on the second generation superstar’s ears. Curling her free hand tight, Fields pounded several quick Hammer Fists into the taller wrestler’s flanks and lower back. “How do you like it, huh? Not so fun when someone’s punchin’ ya and ya can’t defend yourWHOAH!”
Chadwick wrapped her arms around the former Lightweight Champion’s waist and clambered first to one knee, then all the way to verticality. Frowning, Chloe leaned over the blonde’s back and-- Ginnifer plowed forward, forcing Fields to backpedal until she THUMPED into the wall of the Pit! Chloe’s grip shuddered but didn’t give way so Chadwick backed up and repeated the bludgeoning tactic again. And again. And agNO!
Strawberry kicked her right leg straight out behind, using the limb as a brace to freeze the blonde’s progress. A single Kneelift to the chest kept the Gorgeous One from regaining her bearings before the brunette pulled ‘em both a few steps closer to the wall and sprang into the air. Knees pulled snug to her chest, Fields uncoiled just enough to plant both feet against the slick blue siding. Then she pushed off full force and swung around in a swooping one-hundred and eighty degree arc that ended with Chloe landing on her back and Ginnifer THWUMPING down on the crown of her skull!
Ginnifer's head stuck like a lawn dart, the blonde in a handstand before she fell to her chest, not quite somersaulting over. The baby oil squished from beneath her as the Gorgeous One 'smecked' to the Pit floor. With the dazed Chadwick facedown, Chloe popped to her feet and ignored the love from Upstart Nation, not usually an easy trick for the glowing brunette.
But Fields was focused and took a running/sliding start at a portion of the Pit wall. She leapt for a handhold and grabbed the upper rim with both hands. Her little biceps bulging, Chloe chin-upped her way out of the Pit, balancing on the edge a few feet in front of the first row of FAWNatics. Castle started his count, Chloe outside the legal terms by being above the Pit. Yet for a flight-happy Chloe, it's a scolding she'll take gladly as she measured the Gorgeous One. Gabby's bestie slowly pushed off her chest, still in a stupor, when Strawberry dove off the top and delivered a Leg Drop from the top that CRASHED DOWN across the back of Gin Blossom's skull, flattening her face violently into the Pit floor!
With the crowd roaring, a beaming Chloe shoveled over the demolished Blossom, stretching her in a wide spreadeagle and climbing aboard in a cheeky tummy smother of the blonde's face. Ginnifer's in an oily dreamland from Chloe's flight of fancy and she ate abs serenely for the…
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
At the bell Chloe gave Ginnifer's face a final scrub and hopped to her feet, celebrating with the crowd as the Announcer made things official. The pink bikini-clad brunette turned to the lens above, pointing at Ginnifer, a foot planted on the gulping alabaster tummy of the splayed Chadwick. "G-Honey down," Chloe giggled. "G-Money to go!"
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GABBY MENDOZA:
BIANCA SIMPSON:
Having received time off during FAWN’s last trip to the Pit, the reigning Oil Baroness demanded another bye this month in order to ease toward her cherished Main Event position on the pre-Mania ‘Oil Gusher’ card. Unfortunately for the Baby-Faced Killer, demands were not often met well by Commissioner Christian and the Texan’s insistence was brushed aside by Bethany. Still, the final fight of tonight’s soiree figured to be a walk through the baby oil-filled park as Mendoza worked some front office magic to make sure she’d step up to the Bianca Simpson Open Challenge. The would-be face of a New Era, the Newest of many, hadn’t seen her career blossom as she and very few others hoped. Tonight figured to be a similar destruction, different only in its slipperiness.
But to her credit, the doe-eyed blonde struggled her way past the five minute mark, huffing and twisting and sliding through the slick ‘soup’ on the Pit floor, keeping a seemingly uninterested Gabby at bay. The blonde, on her feet for the first time in minutes, grappled with the fiery Latina, the duo in a Collar-&-Elbow, leverage very hard to come by on the greasy surface. With both hands wrapped around the back of Mendoza’s neck, Bianca’s feet slipped out from under her and the zebra-stripe-bikini-wearing Simpson flopped to the Pit floor, reflexively curling into a tuck and perhaps accidentally landing a destructive Inverted Lungblower to Gabby’s bosom.
A stunned Mendoza settled on her haunches like she’s been hit by a double-fisted Heart Punch, staring blankly into space, arms leaden at her sides. Startled at her success, Bianca grabbed Gabby’s wrist and fell to her back, pulling Mendoza into a Scissors and a makeshift Triangle Choke on the prohibitive favorite, the crowd gasping at the thought of Bianca’s claiming her first ever FAWN win against an otherwise dominant Baroness.
“YEAH, GOTCHA NOW HONEY!” Bianca shouted up at the gaping and admittedly incredulous Mendoza. “Wanna give up right now or can I keep squeezing your cute little head?” Simpson punctuated the question with another long squeeeeeeeeeze that forced Gabby’s right bicep that much tighter against her own throat.
“Yuuuhhh… you gotta be f*cking kidding me.” the Baby-Faced Killer huffed. “I didn’t beat the Raven just to lose to EERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Simpson scooped up a handful of shimmering oil and scrubbed / mashed it into the brunette’s protesting features! “Oh yeah, that’s EXACTLY why you beat the Raven, Gabby-Gabz! So I could be the third ever Oil Baroness! Think about it! Lemarchand… Mendoza… and now Simpson, the pinnacle of modern Oil WrestlOOOOOWWW STOP!”
Not about to suffer the blonde brat’s mouth if she didn’t have to, the Terrible Texan crooked her other hand into a claw and raked it back n’ forth across Bianca’s chest half a dozen times before settling into an equally hard-hearted claw. “Whhhhuuu…. one of those things is not like the other, bytch-face.” Gabby grunted. “And I’ll give you a hint. It’s not me or the bird braAAAARRRRRHHHHH F*CKING TRAMP!”
Bianca pinched the brunette’s nostrils between the knuckles of her index and middle fingers and twisted like she meant to take the Baroness’ nose clean off! “You’re right!” Simpson admitted quite happily. “I’m better than both of you! And after I’ve taken those briefs offa your scrawny butt, I’ll embarrass Lenore just to make sure there’s no doubt about it!”
A snarling Mendoza shook Simpson's fingers off her beak. She wriggled between Bianca's Scissors, creating some slippery slack, the lovely Latina managing to pop out the back side of the crossed legs, akin to being birthed from the blonde underdog. Desperately hanging onto her handle of Gabby's wrist, Bianca was flipped through a slippery somersault when Mendoza tugged her arm toward her body. Blonde and raven-haired Baroness ended on their knees, facing each other. Gabby threw her shiny, copper-skinned body into Simpson and Bianca crumpled backward, ending on her shoulders. But as her upper body splurshed against the blue plastic of the Pit floor, her right leg flew up into the undercarriage of a hovering Mendoza, splitting Gabby's wickets with a perfectly placed kick to the kitty.
The Baroness was frozen, jaw dropping open both from the placement and success of the bimbo's attack. "You buh...buh...bytch" Gabby stuttered, Mendoza's hands buried in the juncture of her thighs. Bianca unfolded a stomp to Gabby's navel while on her back and shoulders and the blow sank DEEP into the pit of the Latina's abdomen, forcing a deep burst of breath from Gabby.
"Yeah. Whatever," Simpson dippily remarked. "Clearly I found my calling," Simpson giggled nervously, uncertain how to react to controlling the situation. She rose and knee-walked to Mendoza then put her in a Side Headlock, clearly having to give some extended thought on how to press her fortunate advantage.
Hands locked tight against the struggling line of Gabby’s jaw, Bianca pulled the brunette to her feet and continued to squeeze while also turning in a slow, awkward circle. “Ok, I got this. Girl’s clearly at my mercy, all I need is the right-OH! That’s brilliant!”
Jostling Mendoza’s head that much harder in her excitement, Simpson took off in a plodding, splooshing run that took her all the way to the high wall of the pit. Some of the more fanciful FAWNatics thought Bianca might try something out of Chloe Fields’ playbook, instead she just kept moving, all the better to BWONK-THUMP the top of Gabby’s noggin into the wall! The padding meant it wasn’t anything like a knock-out shot, but it threw Mendoza off just the same, thus giving the blonde challenger more than enough time to wheel around and charge a second time! About halfway across Simpson hopped up and dropped to her tush, just THWHUMPING Gabby’s face into the slippery deck.
Rocked onto her back by the pair of Bulldogs, Mendoza tried to wriggle out from under her attacker, but SMECKED down atop her midsection in a miniature Splash that made the Baroness gasp. “Hey, that was a neat sound! Let’s try that again!” Planted flat on her hands, Simpson hoisted herself into push-up position, then dropped down for another SMECKING impact. Delighted by the wet echo of it, she landed perhaps three or four more before she abruptly curled one hand into a scoop and raaaaaaaaked the center of Mendoza’s unsuspecting trunks!
Gabby wailed, tried to squirm free, but Bianca held tight to the Lateral Press while continuing to worry and gouge at her foe’s briefs. “Bianca Simpson… Oil Baroness! Has a nice ring to it, don’t ya think?”
Mendoza gulped back tears. This wasn’t just one fluky maneuver any more. Bytchface was a gringa goofball but she 's seriously meaning to win. With her legs stuck together, flat to the oily plastic to try and reduce the effectiveness of Simpson's surprisingly scalding Crotch Claw, Gabby threw a Forearm Shiver into the blonde's temple that slowed Bianca's roll. Rising to her knees and swaying, Simpson rattled her noggin to clear the cobwebs, while a busy Mendoza tried to put out the fire below, the Baroness struggling against the pain to reach her haunches.
"Look who's wearing her big girl's briefs tonight," Gabby groaned, trying to feign Bianca hadn't made a meaningful impression. "But that dimwitted ditz who can't beat a CPR dummy is still in there," Mendoza added, pointing at the cleft of Simpson's breasts.
Bianca's beaming grin turned to a scowl. "I've been kicking your oily ass," she insisted. "Get up!" the blonde demands as she rises. Mendoza ignored the burning below to meet her foe at vertical. "I'm going to show you and the world!" Simpson assured. She threw both hands high and forward, demanding a Test of Strength and, under these slippery circumstances, balance.
Gabby responded in kind, lifting her slender digits and lacing them with Bianca's. Instantly, Mendoza twisted her wrists downward and sent the blonde to tiptoes, having wrenched Bianca's arms into a pain-filled position. "I'll give ya one thing gringa. Ya pissed me off enough to make me enjoy seeing you eat ass tonight."
Simpson shook her head ‘no’. “That’s what you think, Bubble-Yum for brains. You’re not the Baroness anymore. You’re my oily little beeyotcOOOOWWWWWW!”
Mendoza brought a foot up, then down, raking her heel down the blonde’s shin en route to mashing her toes. Already off balance, Bianca collapsed to her knees and groaned aloud when Gabz wrenched her trapped hands overhead again. “Oily little WHAT?” the Baby-Faced Killer snapped, Mendoza not so much chewing her gum as punishing it. “I don’t think I heard what you said, loser!”
“I said you’re my oily little beeyNNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Terrible Texan pivoted, crooked a hip back, then swung it forward into the blonde’s face! Simpson’s head whiplashed away from the Buttbutt, unfortunately Gabby was in a mood and she went to work like a Pendulum in the Pit, the Baroness just Booty Bashing her foe’s increasingly slack features over and over and over aga-- Mendoza released with a flourish, the galvanized brunette adding a little flare to her finale by fluffing her hair before she sent Simpson sprawling with the last shot from oil-slicked cheeks.
Flipping hair outta her face as the crowd started to turn on the faltering blonde, Gabz stalked around to Simpson’s north end, grabbed a huge handful of hair and yanked Bianca to her knees. Without releasing the hair-hold, she popped a thumb into her mouth and brought it out armored in a bright orange glob. Holding it high overhead, she let the FAWNatics observe the set-up even as she wrenched Simpson’s head back that much farther. Just like that her raised hand swiped down and in, Mendoza jabbing her gummy thumb into the hollow of Bianca’s throat!
Eyes wide after the Froot Stripe Spike, Bianca flopped onto her back and clasped at her burning windpipe, the red-faced blonde only vaguely aware of Gabby strutting around somewhere overhead.
Her oily kingdom collapsing, similar to her windpipe, Simpson rasped in ragged breaths. Her ivory-skinned legs pushed against the plastic Pit floor but mostly scooted over the oil instead of propelling her. The weak effort left Bianca splayed beneath the hovering, revenge-filled Mendoza who grabbed the blonde's ankles, raised Simpson's legs and pulled them wide. "Time for you to relearn your place, gringa," Gabby growled. She raised her right foot and BURIED it into Simpson's crotch.
Bianca bolted up to a seated position, hands thrust between her glistening thighs, eyes bugging, only for a knee from Gabby to the bridge of the blonde's nose to flatten her. The glistening Texan left Bianca glassily staring into the lights above, dazed, confused and cooking in the heated oil. "Time to bring the butt-storm blonde bimbos can only dream about surviving!" Gabby shouted as she moves to a standing forward straddle of Simpson's waist. "Ready?" she asked rhetorically before dropping her pear-shaped behind into the accepting abdomen of the battered flaxen-haired failure. yt
Bianca gaped and tried to sit up, yet it might as well have been all for show considering how easily Gabby pushed her down flat again. Sliding forward until her thighs completely blanketed Simpson’s face and her tush rested heavy and snug against the challenger’s mouth, the Baby-Faced Killer looked up at the fans ringing the Pit as she ran her hands over those fight-winning glutes.
“You know the words, don’t you? Yeah, of course you do.”
With that she grabbed Bianca’s wrists in either hand and pinned them over the blonde’s head, meaning there was no defense for the gaping grappler when Mendoza began to BOUNCE-BOUNCE-bounce-bounce-BOUNCE! on her opponent’s hapless mug. “Quit, quit, Bytch-face quit!” Gabby led the chorus of oil aficionados. “Quit, quit, Bytch-face quit! Quit, quit, bytch-fa--”
“STAAAAAAAAHHHHHB!” Bianca wailed from somewhere down deep in that gluteal gulag. “STAAAAAAAAAHB! I QUID!”
Considering Simpson’s nose was currently wedged between her cheeks, it’s understandable that Mendoza didn’t relinquish her perch all at once. Instead she looked to the ref. She was about to ask if he’d acknowledged the blubbering surrender when the bell CLANGED. Snorting in satisfaction, the Baroness pushed onto her knees only to wheel around and sit back down to engulf Bianca in buttock. “Your luck’s just run out, Bytch-face.” she chided the softly burbling loser. “Just like anyone else who dares climb into my Pit!”
The unrelenting heat of summer rolls on, thankfully so does the slippery savageries of FAWN's Oil Pit. Enjoy!
~RF
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Turning the Pit into their own personal playground, the Latina heat of June’s Pit Madness continued right into July. The one holdout against the dominance of the ebony-haired beauties in the previous month, fair and freckled Elizabeth Cromwell had seemingly a sterner test than June’s Marisa Fuentes, in the up and coming Pearls, Luisa Campos.
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
LUISA CAMPOS:
But early on Lizzie looked more than up to the task, taking control out of the gate with her vicious cattiness, clawing and twisting and using every tawny body part she could to douse the steaming Brazilian. Perhaps showing a hangover from her tag title loss at Summer Swelter, Luisa couldn’t seem to find an answer for the nasty redhead’s assault.
Sending a message to her one-time frenemy Sammie Sinclair, Lizzie clearly meant to show the People’s Princess wasn’t the only Brit who could find success after the demise of their team.
The snarly Cromwell rode the back of Campos’ waist in a forward straddle. She reached behind with her right hand and latched onto Luisa’s red bikini bottoms. Sending a meaty forearm shiver to Pearls’ spine to keep her horizontal, Elizabeth followed with a foul YANK of Luisa’s spandex, providing the Brazilian a makeshift thong. Campos yipped in pain, her dark eyes welling as she bit a trembling lower lip.
“Latina Heat?” Cromwell asked no one in particular. “Try Cold English Steel!”
Above, the official asked if she wanted to surrender but Luisa shook her head ‘no’ at once. “Not a chance in hell.” she huffed. “This chalk-faced Limey bytch isn’t going to submit me to a f*cking wedgEEERRRRHHHHHHH!”
Cromwell tugged her grip that much farther north, the self-described World’s Brattiest Brit sawing the oily spandex deep between Campos’ glutes. Free hand palmed against the side of Luisa’s face, Lizzie pressssssssssed down, not because she thought it’d finish Pearls off, but because she loved the sound of Luisa’s breath sputtering in the oil. “Oh, are you too bloody tuff to submit to a wedgie, luv?” the redhead sneered. “I bet Seah thought much the same before you got your filthy paws on her trunks!”
Infuriated by her opponent’s show of control, Campos braced one hand against the floor of the Pit and reached back with the other in an effort to slash, scratch and gouge at Cromwell’s forearm. “Seah didn’t think anything slut, she was too busy begging me to let goOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH STAAAAAHHHHP!”
Elizabeth relinquished the wedgie, slipped an index finger into the side of Campos’ mouth and pulled back in a vicious Fishhook! “You’re gonna beg too.” Lizzie giggled. “Longer and louder than Sin ever manAAARRRRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Luisa twisted into the pull and chomped down on the encroaching digit! It wasn’t enough to make the Englishwoman immediately abandon her mount, so Pearls resolved to keep chewing until she did.
A cursing Cromwell pulled her finger free of Luisa's ivory choppers. She cradled the mangled digit against chest, features turning from disbelief to anger. "I'm so gonnAHHH." Before Lizzie could get the threat fully on its way, Pearls rose to all fours beneath and Cromwell used the dark oily mop of the Brazilian as reins to try and keep her mount. Desperate to get the Brit off her, Campos bucked her butt slightly upward and lowered her shoulders and head to the blue plastic of the Pit floor, creating a slope the redhead slid down. Unfortunately for Campos, Cromwell didn’t slide all the way off. Instead, her glistening ivory cheeks ended atop the back of Luisa's noggin, forcing Campos to eat oil beneath the Brit's bum. "What a great idea," Lizzie giggles. "Lap it up, lucha!" Cromwell added a bounce, flattening Pearls' flawless face into the Pit floor, letting her foe a few inches off the slippery skin of the floor before CRUNCHNG down again.
Lizzie repeated the butt bouncing tactic half a dozen times before finally shifting her legs to brace the soles of both feet against the sides of Luisa’s trapped noggin. Hands on her hips as she basked in the oily domination, Cromwell looked over the brunette’s tawny form, then voiced a disdainful sniff. “YOU’RE supposed to have a shot against Mendoza? I’m sorry, I just don’t see it. All I see is a scratching post with a little more attitude than most.”
This didn’t sit well with Campos and she bucked hard, trying to throw the obnoxious redhead from her perch. But Lizzie was not to be denied, let alone defied and she made Pearls pay for the resistance with gaudy two-handed Overhand Slap that CRAAAACKED against those wriggling Brazilian buns! “Submit!” All trace of teasing was gone when Cromwell raaaaaaaaaaked her fingernails up those exposed curves. “Blubber your surrender for these peons and I’ll let you leave the Pit under your own powEEERRRRRRHHHHHHHH!”
Luisa stopped swatting and did some grabbing, namely a double handful of Lizzie’s tri-color bottoms. Just like that the wedgie war resumed nastier than ever, Campos yanking and tugging in a blind attempt to split the Prep School Princess in half!
Fire was definitely fought with fire from the ebony-maned Pearls as she heaved the trunks upward to make Cromwell a Union Jackass. Elizabeth was forced up with her bottoms to try and keep the wedge to a minimum. But all rising did was allow Campos to slip out from under the freckled and now frazzled redhead, ending behind Lizzie with her grip on the spandex still in place.
"You want to see how Seah felt?" It's a fully rhetorical question as the growling Luisa moved her grip from waistband to leg holes and shoved the space age polymer so far up the Brit's backside it disappeared! Elizabeth yelped in pain, hopping to her feet to relieve the agony but again Luisa followed, the Brazilian adding to her legend of floss-making from the previous month. With Lizzie on whimpering tiptoes, Luisa swept a leg and sent Cromwell crashing to her back, the oil beneath the freckled fighter spurting from beneath her.
Grip finally gone, Campos lifted off into the sky above the splayed Londoner and gutted the ivory tummy with a perfectly-placed Splash, an 'X' of bodies marking the spot where Pearls would take control of the gaping gringa.
Breathing hard after the first Splash, Luisa abruptly rose up on her palms and tiptoes like she was gonna do a push-up. Instead she dropped down in a miniature Splash, then a second, a third, a fourth and yes, a fifth. Each SMECKING tummy-on-tummy impact drove a little more air from Cromwell’s lungs, meaning she was mouth-breathing pretty hard by the time Pearls swung ‘round into a north-south arrangement with the BSP. Thighs framing the Briton’s face, Luisa reached back with one hand, grabbed a damp hank of hair and tugged Lizzie’s chin into the southern slope of her glutes. “Get your nasty little face in there, puta.” Campos demanded even as she crossed her ankles and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze.
Cromwell’s thrashing began all over again, though it didn’t amount to much what with the brunette palming her knees to keep those dangerous legs glued to the floor. “You’re finished now, Elizabeth.” Luisa pronounced her opponent’s name in an awful faux-Cockney accent. “Admit it before I decide to give you what Seah got!”
Not about to acknowledge the Latina's superiority, Cromwell tried to use the slick substance below her to squirm out of the predicament, but Campos continued to make a statement with this modified '69'. The tawny-skinned beauty locked a Scissors around the temples of the redhead, the Reverse Headscissors muffling Cromwell's complaints and those were plenty when Luisa treated Lizzie to a dastardly front-end wedgie, the kind that ended Seah's night the month before. But before Campos could get the spandex sawing action in far enough to force a Cromwell capitulation, a stifled shriek from beneath accompanies a Herculean effort by Elizabeth to barrel roll to her right and exchange top for bottom. Gravity no longer allowing her to keep her nose out of juncture of Lizzie's thighs, Luisa kept the Scissors at full force but her access to the attack down under was sidetracked. Lizzie leaned into the smother even if her tender tissue was feeling scalded. And she added a pumping fury of lifted right knees, smashing the bony point into the crown of the Brazilian's dome time and time again.
Vicious though the wedgie was, it paled in comparison to the machine-gun volley of Cromwell’s knees and Luisa eventually abandoned it to provide some more suitable defenses for her vulnerable skull. Lizzie noted the cessation of the sawing, though the crushing pressure of the brunette’s Scissors meant it registered only vaguely. Still, a small voice in the back of her head claimed it as a victory and this emboldened her to squeeze all the harder.
One level down, Luisa groaned in muffled anguish and answered with a vile constriction of her own. The stalemate continued for the better part of fifteen seconds, both ladies features going pink, then red, then downright rosy as each sought to impose her--
Elizabeth ‘pwopped’ her head free of Campos’ thighs, the Boarding School Princess sucking in great, ragged gasps. Scrambling to her knees without letting her cheeks leave Luisa’s mug, Cromwell bounced in place, once, twice, three times, the last landing stern enough to get Pearls pushing at her engulfing glutes. Lizzie only swatted them aside, the redhead resuming her former ‘tude as she made a great show of ‘snapping’ her distended briefs back into a more acceptable arrangement.
“Look at it, brat. Take a really good look!” She didn’t wait for Campos to acknowledge the order. Instead she reached down with both hands and raaaaaaaaaaaaaked the Brazilian’s inner thighs half a dozen times before claiming her waistband in an oddly dainty grip. Eyebrows arched, she raised her gaze to those assembled and asked, “Shall I?”
Not about to fight the feral ferocity of the Boarding School Princess, the crowd cheers on the oily antics of the World's Shiniest Brit. Cromwell didn’t let them down, treating Luisa to a brutal front wedgie that had the Latina spitfire howling into Lizzie's derriere.
"I'd say this is for Seah but who gives a shyt about her? This is for me!"
Elizabeth used the scarlet spandex to saw her way into Campos' kitty, Luisa finding the Pit torture not so pleasing when turned on her. While Cromwell continued her spandex lumberjacking with her right hand, she buried left fist in the tawny, glistening abdomen of the faltering Latina, Luisa grunting with the impacts between sobbing mewls from the kitty catty attack lower on her frame.
"Am I going to saw you up the middle, chica? Or am I going to pound a hole through you first?" Elizabeth snickered. "Or maybe I'll just make you breathe my butt instead of the Pit air." Cromwell advanced on all three fronts, torturing the collapsing Campos. "I'm hitting the Latina grand slam, ladies and gents!" she shouted to the throng above. "Fuentes, Campos, Fields and yes that Barely Baroness Mendoza!" Lizzie used her grip on what was now a spandex rope and pulled Campos' lower half up and over into a Matchbooked cradle with a colossal tug. Lizzie rose slightly off Campos' face to give Luisa one final opportunity.
"Quit! Or it'll be Diamonds & Pussies from now on."
Luisa’s respiration was shallow and quick but it didn’t seem to help, she just couldn’t catch her breath. Turning her head so she wasn’t staring directly into the Brit Brat’s hateful glutes, Campos whispered, “I quit… I quit. Juuuuhhhh… just get offa meNOOOEERRRGGGHMMMMRRRRHHHHHHH!”
Lizzie grabbed a handful of hair, turned the brunette’s face toward the rafters and sat down hard, making damned sure to pinch Luisa’s nose between her vengeful buns.
“She quit, you all heard her!” Cromwell crowed to everyone within the sound of her voice, the quest for witnesses seemingly unnecessary as the bell sounded almost immediately thereafter.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… ELIZABETH CROMWELL!”
Doubling down on the Matchbook again, Cromwell bounced atop her victorious perch and chided, “I’ve never tried to crush a pearl before, BUTT I think I can handle it, don’t you, Luisa?”
“Staaaaaaahhhhhppp.” Luisa moaned into her tormentor’s rump. “Jusgeddhoffameeeeeeeemmmmpppppppphhhh!”
Elizabeth tossed those exhausted legs away, put her hands on her hips and just clenched those crushing cheeks until Campos drifted off into the snug, slippery darkness that was the sole provenance of Oil Pit losers. “Get a good look, Gabriella.” Cromwell swept an expansive hand over her slumbering throne. “She didn’t have enough to avoid this humiliation and neither do you. Get ready for a changing of the guard, bytch.”
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CHLOE FIELDS:
GINNIFER CHADWICK:
The capacity crowd in Daytona were treated to a particularly frenetic serving of oily action tonight as former Lightweight Champion Chloe Fields found herself squaring off with none other than ‘Gorgeous’ Ginnifer Chadwick in her latest effort to secure a bout with current Baroness (and Ginnifer’s best friend) Gabby Mendoza. Though primarily known for their grounded action, the first ten minutes of this particular ‘Pit Fight’ were almost exclusively vertical, with Fields using her nigh uncanny agility to keep the Gorgeous One off balance while Chadwick used her power and size advantage to slow Chloe to *almost* manageable speeds.
An early Bear Hug looked to be the first real turning point of the match, but Chloe hadn’t been trapped for more than fifteen seconds before a Bell Ringer broke the blonde’s grip and left her open for a snappy ‘Rana which in turn led to a Sunset Flip and then both wrestlers were back up for a greasy-quick exchange of Headlocks, Chickenwings, Hammerlocks, Sleepers and anything else they could think to apply before the other woman twisted loose.
Eventually the pace did slow, Ginnifer plucking Chloe’s Crossbody from the air just to she could stomp forward and thwhum-thwhum-THWHUMP the former acrobat against the high walls of the Pit. Backing into the center once the worst of Fields’ squirming died down, Ginnifer smirked up at those assembled, then dropped to one knee and DROVE Chloe’s exposed flank onto the posted joint with a nasty Rib-Breaker. “This little streak of yours ends tonight, Bytch Face.” Chadwick promised as she continued to bear down. “You’re not getting anywhere near Gabby.”
The blonde rotated Fields on her femur so the brunette's spine was across the upper leg then pushed down on either side, seeing how far she could arch the oily Strawberry. Chloe bit her lower lip as Gin Blossom bore down. When Ginnifer forced a yip of pain from the anguished Upstart, Chadwick raised her hands, laces her fingers and RAMMED a Double Axhandle into Chloe's tawny tummy. Fields spasmed and flopped off Chadwick and onto her side, the one opposite of G-Honey's breaker. Settling in a seat behind Chloe's spine, Ginnifer's extended her legs, stuffing her soles into Berry's backbone while simultaneously grabbing a wrist on one side and an ankle on the other. Turning the glistening fan favorite into a bow to her arrow, as she streeeetched Chloe into Upstart taffy. Chadwick demanded her pony-tailed foe surrender but Fields responded with a spunky “NEVAAHHHH!”
The defiance didn’t seem to bother Ginnifer in the slightest, in fact the blonde looked downright pleased with herself when she hunched forward to observe her handiwork. Doing so eased the Bow & Arrow’s pressure by the tiniest bit so Fields reached for those encroaching ankles with her free hand and-- Chadwick wrenched backward and stretched out, the Gorgeous One arched in a low bridge that bent Chloe from an already unpleasant ‘C’ to a downright agonizing ‘U’.
“Forever is a looooooong time, brat!” Ginnifer sneered as the onlookers started a spirited ‘Please Don’t Tap!’ chant. “Especially when you’re trapped in the Pit with a superior--”
“Stuff it!” Chloe groaned as she worried and tugged at the blonde’s ankles. “You’re nothing but a superior meanEEEEEERRRRHHHH!”
Chadwick began twisting her heels, the second generation superstar showing no qualms about pulling the surrender outta Fields inch by stubborn in--“OOOOOWWWWW LEGGO BYTCH!” Suddenly it was Ginnifer shrieking in dismay when Chloe grabbed one big toe and tried to snap it off her foot!
“YOU LET GO FIRST!” the brunette demanded. “AND WATCH YOUR MOUTH!”
"This is wrestling, bytch face. The whole idea is NOT to let go," Ginnifer explained, not without a point. But let go she did when Strawberry started bending her handle at egregious angles. Standing up, Ginnifer was able to break free from the literal toehold. The Gorgeous One fought to latch onto one ankle and, despite her foe's slippery struggles for freedom, Chadwick eventually locked onto the other, spreading Chloe's legs wide.
"Tell me to let go," Gin Blossom barked. "I dare ya." Chloe's too busy 'washing windows' with her plaintive palms. "That counts!" Ginnifer decided and she dropped a Headbutt, but it's to Chloe's navel and the greasy taut abs around it. The crowd was impressed by Chadwick's fair play and by Gin Blossom's follow-up claw being north of the equator, G-Honey digging her ruby-tipped talons into the bronzed flesh of the Upstart's belly. Claw delving deep, Ginnifer placed her left hand atop the 'chewing' right.
"Time for some second thoughts, hey circus clown. Amirite?”
Shaking her head ‘no, no, no!’ when the official asked if she wanted to quit, Chloe grabbed hold of the blonde’s wrists and pulled as hard as she could but couldn’t free her tummy from Chadwick’s grip. “Give it up, Fields.” Ginnifer huffed after she’d spent several more seconds bearing down on the brunette’s midriff. “Unless you want me to claw a brand new Care Bears logo onto this disgusting little paunUUUNNNGGGHHH!”
Chloe used her grip on Chadwick’s wrists to rise to a seat, a shift which eased the pain in her belly without actually freeing her from the hold. To that end she brought her legs up, ‘smecked’ them around Gin Blossom’s waist and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed with all her might. Ankles locked, Fields raised her rump from the oil and sent another long constriction through the Scissors. “You doing ok, Ginny?” she asked sweetly. “You’re looking a little green. Maybe you should tap out and get your tummy che--”
CRAAACK!
Chadwick released one of her Belly Claws and pasted a vicious Bytch Slap across the smaller wrestler’s mouth. “I’m doing fine, you scrawny little freak.” Ginnifer hissed. “You though, you look like you’re about to cry for SammHRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Chloe leaned in, hooked her free (right) arm around the back of the blonde’s neck and cranked down to turn the simple Scissors into a genuine Guillotine Choke. “Go on and cry if you want.” Fields murmured. “Maybe Gabby will hear it and come down here to cheer you on. Because no one else will.”
But Fields' huge brown eyes went deer in the headlights as Ginnifer showed she's more than Gabby's sidekick, powering up to her feet with Strawberry still locked on both around her midriff and her neck. Chloe and the crowd could hardly believe it. The blonde pekked punches into the flesh under either rib cage of Strawberry, punishing the Upstart for brazenly, stubbornly holding on like a pit-bull if one were to wear a frilly pink bikini and wear it extremely well. With Fields' Scissors loosening, Ginnifer's hands moved to the brunette's hips and threw her off, or at least her sinewy, shiny legs. The lower limbs flew behind Chloe but Fields' upper grip, converted to a Front Facelock, brought the Gorgeous One down with her as the Latina landed on her chest and Chloe on her forehead!
The modified DDT was not the only trick up the former Cirque du Soleil star's sleeve as she somersaulted forward. Chloe kept her grip intact while she bridged above her ivory-skinned foe, Gin Blossom's gray bikini turned much darker by the oily sheen not to mention significantly more sheer. Trapped in Chloe's 'Clutch Berry', Ginnifer writhed in agony, her neck and vertebrae stretched to the snapping point.
"Quit!" Fields demands. "And I mean NOW!"
“NO!” Chadwick groaned, the word more than a little slurred after jouncing her head against the floor of the Pit. Teeth bared against the throb in her skull and the creeping ache in her neck, the Gorgeous One groped for purchase, found one of the brunette’s wrists and dug in in search of the pressure point on the underside. She found it without too much trouble, but the oil allowed Fields to twist her hand in the blonde’s grip to avoid the very worst of the jolt. But it was far from pleasant so Chloe somersaulted back the way she’d came to land on her knees with the Front Facelock still grinding down on the second generation superstar’s ears. Curling her free hand tight, Fields pounded several quick Hammer Fists into the taller wrestler’s flanks and lower back. “How do you like it, huh? Not so fun when someone’s punchin’ ya and ya can’t defend yourWHOAH!”
Chadwick wrapped her arms around the former Lightweight Champion’s waist and clambered first to one knee, then all the way to verticality. Frowning, Chloe leaned over the blonde’s back and-- Ginnifer plowed forward, forcing Fields to backpedal until she THUMPED into the wall of the Pit! Chloe’s grip shuddered but didn’t give way so Chadwick backed up and repeated the bludgeoning tactic again. And again. And agNO!
Strawberry kicked her right leg straight out behind, using the limb as a brace to freeze the blonde’s progress. A single Kneelift to the chest kept the Gorgeous One from regaining her bearings before the brunette pulled ‘em both a few steps closer to the wall and sprang into the air. Knees pulled snug to her chest, Fields uncoiled just enough to plant both feet against the slick blue siding. Then she pushed off full force and swung around in a swooping one-hundred and eighty degree arc that ended with Chloe landing on her back and Ginnifer THWUMPING down on the crown of her skull!
Ginnifer's head stuck like a lawn dart, the blonde in a handstand before she fell to her chest, not quite somersaulting over. The baby oil squished from beneath her as the Gorgeous One 'smecked' to the Pit floor. With the dazed Chadwick facedown, Chloe popped to her feet and ignored the love from Upstart Nation, not usually an easy trick for the glowing brunette.
But Fields was focused and took a running/sliding start at a portion of the Pit wall. She leapt for a handhold and grabbed the upper rim with both hands. Her little biceps bulging, Chloe chin-upped her way out of the Pit, balancing on the edge a few feet in front of the first row of FAWNatics. Castle started his count, Chloe outside the legal terms by being above the Pit. Yet for a flight-happy Chloe, it's a scolding she'll take gladly as she measured the Gorgeous One. Gabby's bestie slowly pushed off her chest, still in a stupor, when Strawberry dove off the top and delivered a Leg Drop from the top that CRASHED DOWN across the back of Gin Blossom's skull, flattening her face violently into the Pit floor!
With the crowd roaring, a beaming Chloe shoveled over the demolished Blossom, stretching her in a wide spreadeagle and climbing aboard in a cheeky tummy smother of the blonde's face. Ginnifer's in an oily dreamland from Chloe's flight of fancy and she ate abs serenely for the…
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
At the bell Chloe gave Ginnifer's face a final scrub and hopped to her feet, celebrating with the crowd as the Announcer made things official. The pink bikini-clad brunette turned to the lens above, pointing at Ginnifer, a foot planted on the gulping alabaster tummy of the splayed Chadwick. "G-Honey down," Chloe giggled. "G-Money to go!"
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GABBY MENDOZA:
BIANCA SIMPSON:
Having received time off during FAWN’s last trip to the Pit, the reigning Oil Baroness demanded another bye this month in order to ease toward her cherished Main Event position on the pre-Mania ‘Oil Gusher’ card. Unfortunately for the Baby-Faced Killer, demands were not often met well by Commissioner Christian and the Texan’s insistence was brushed aside by Bethany. Still, the final fight of tonight’s soiree figured to be a walk through the baby oil-filled park as Mendoza worked some front office magic to make sure she’d step up to the Bianca Simpson Open Challenge. The would-be face of a New Era, the Newest of many, hadn’t seen her career blossom as she and very few others hoped. Tonight figured to be a similar destruction, different only in its slipperiness.
But to her credit, the doe-eyed blonde struggled her way past the five minute mark, huffing and twisting and sliding through the slick ‘soup’ on the Pit floor, keeping a seemingly uninterested Gabby at bay. The blonde, on her feet for the first time in minutes, grappled with the fiery Latina, the duo in a Collar-&-Elbow, leverage very hard to come by on the greasy surface. With both hands wrapped around the back of Mendoza’s neck, Bianca’s feet slipped out from under her and the zebra-stripe-bikini-wearing Simpson flopped to the Pit floor, reflexively curling into a tuck and perhaps accidentally landing a destructive Inverted Lungblower to Gabby’s bosom.
A stunned Mendoza settled on her haunches like she’s been hit by a double-fisted Heart Punch, staring blankly into space, arms leaden at her sides. Startled at her success, Bianca grabbed Gabby’s wrist and fell to her back, pulling Mendoza into a Scissors and a makeshift Triangle Choke on the prohibitive favorite, the crowd gasping at the thought of Bianca’s claiming her first ever FAWN win against an otherwise dominant Baroness.
“YEAH, GOTCHA NOW HONEY!” Bianca shouted up at the gaping and admittedly incredulous Mendoza. “Wanna give up right now or can I keep squeezing your cute little head?” Simpson punctuated the question with another long squeeeeeeeeeze that forced Gabby’s right bicep that much tighter against her own throat.
“Yuuuhhh… you gotta be f*cking kidding me.” the Baby-Faced Killer huffed. “I didn’t beat the Raven just to lose to EERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Simpson scooped up a handful of shimmering oil and scrubbed / mashed it into the brunette’s protesting features! “Oh yeah, that’s EXACTLY why you beat the Raven, Gabby-Gabz! So I could be the third ever Oil Baroness! Think about it! Lemarchand… Mendoza… and now Simpson, the pinnacle of modern Oil WrestlOOOOOWWW STOP!”
Not about to suffer the blonde brat’s mouth if she didn’t have to, the Terrible Texan crooked her other hand into a claw and raked it back n’ forth across Bianca’s chest half a dozen times before settling into an equally hard-hearted claw. “Whhhhuuu…. one of those things is not like the other, bytch-face.” Gabby grunted. “And I’ll give you a hint. It’s not me or the bird braAAAARRRRRHHHHH F*CKING TRAMP!”
Bianca pinched the brunette’s nostrils between the knuckles of her index and middle fingers and twisted like she meant to take the Baroness’ nose clean off! “You’re right!” Simpson admitted quite happily. “I’m better than both of you! And after I’ve taken those briefs offa your scrawny butt, I’ll embarrass Lenore just to make sure there’s no doubt about it!”
A snarling Mendoza shook Simpson's fingers off her beak. She wriggled between Bianca's Scissors, creating some slippery slack, the lovely Latina managing to pop out the back side of the crossed legs, akin to being birthed from the blonde underdog. Desperately hanging onto her handle of Gabby's wrist, Bianca was flipped through a slippery somersault when Mendoza tugged her arm toward her body. Blonde and raven-haired Baroness ended on their knees, facing each other. Gabby threw her shiny, copper-skinned body into Simpson and Bianca crumpled backward, ending on her shoulders. But as her upper body splurshed against the blue plastic of the Pit floor, her right leg flew up into the undercarriage of a hovering Mendoza, splitting Gabby's wickets with a perfectly placed kick to the kitty.
The Baroness was frozen, jaw dropping open both from the placement and success of the bimbo's attack. "You buh...buh...bytch" Gabby stuttered, Mendoza's hands buried in the juncture of her thighs. Bianca unfolded a stomp to Gabby's navel while on her back and shoulders and the blow sank DEEP into the pit of the Latina's abdomen, forcing a deep burst of breath from Gabby.
"Yeah. Whatever," Simpson dippily remarked. "Clearly I found my calling," Simpson giggled nervously, uncertain how to react to controlling the situation. She rose and knee-walked to Mendoza then put her in a Side Headlock, clearly having to give some extended thought on how to press her fortunate advantage.
Hands locked tight against the struggling line of Gabby’s jaw, Bianca pulled the brunette to her feet and continued to squeeze while also turning in a slow, awkward circle. “Ok, I got this. Girl’s clearly at my mercy, all I need is the right-OH! That’s brilliant!”
Jostling Mendoza’s head that much harder in her excitement, Simpson took off in a plodding, splooshing run that took her all the way to the high wall of the pit. Some of the more fanciful FAWNatics thought Bianca might try something out of Chloe Fields’ playbook, instead she just kept moving, all the better to BWONK-THUMP the top of Gabby’s noggin into the wall! The padding meant it wasn’t anything like a knock-out shot, but it threw Mendoza off just the same, thus giving the blonde challenger more than enough time to wheel around and charge a second time! About halfway across Simpson hopped up and dropped to her tush, just THWHUMPING Gabby’s face into the slippery deck.
Rocked onto her back by the pair of Bulldogs, Mendoza tried to wriggle out from under her attacker, but SMECKED down atop her midsection in a miniature Splash that made the Baroness gasp. “Hey, that was a neat sound! Let’s try that again!” Planted flat on her hands, Simpson hoisted herself into push-up position, then dropped down for another SMECKING impact. Delighted by the wet echo of it, she landed perhaps three or four more before she abruptly curled one hand into a scoop and raaaaaaaaked the center of Mendoza’s unsuspecting trunks!
Gabby wailed, tried to squirm free, but Bianca held tight to the Lateral Press while continuing to worry and gouge at her foe’s briefs. “Bianca Simpson… Oil Baroness! Has a nice ring to it, don’t ya think?”
Mendoza gulped back tears. This wasn’t just one fluky maneuver any more. Bytchface was a gringa goofball but she 's seriously meaning to win. With her legs stuck together, flat to the oily plastic to try and reduce the effectiveness of Simpson's surprisingly scalding Crotch Claw, Gabby threw a Forearm Shiver into the blonde's temple that slowed Bianca's roll. Rising to her knees and swaying, Simpson rattled her noggin to clear the cobwebs, while a busy Mendoza tried to put out the fire below, the Baroness struggling against the pain to reach her haunches.
"Look who's wearing her big girl's briefs tonight," Gabby groaned, trying to feign Bianca hadn't made a meaningful impression. "But that dimwitted ditz who can't beat a CPR dummy is still in there," Mendoza added, pointing at the cleft of Simpson's breasts.
Bianca's beaming grin turned to a scowl. "I've been kicking your oily ass," she insisted. "Get up!" the blonde demands as she rises. Mendoza ignored the burning below to meet her foe at vertical. "I'm going to show you and the world!" Simpson assured. She threw both hands high and forward, demanding a Test of Strength and, under these slippery circumstances, balance.
Gabby responded in kind, lifting her slender digits and lacing them with Bianca's. Instantly, Mendoza twisted her wrists downward and sent the blonde to tiptoes, having wrenched Bianca's arms into a pain-filled position. "I'll give ya one thing gringa. Ya pissed me off enough to make me enjoy seeing you eat ass tonight."
Simpson shook her head ‘no’. “That’s what you think, Bubble-Yum for brains. You’re not the Baroness anymore. You’re my oily little beeyotcOOOOWWWWWW!”
Mendoza brought a foot up, then down, raking her heel down the blonde’s shin en route to mashing her toes. Already off balance, Bianca collapsed to her knees and groaned aloud when Gabz wrenched her trapped hands overhead again. “Oily little WHAT?” the Baby-Faced Killer snapped, Mendoza not so much chewing her gum as punishing it. “I don’t think I heard what you said, loser!”
“I said you’re my oily little beeyNNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Terrible Texan pivoted, crooked a hip back, then swung it forward into the blonde’s face! Simpson’s head whiplashed away from the Buttbutt, unfortunately Gabby was in a mood and she went to work like a Pendulum in the Pit, the Baroness just Booty Bashing her foe’s increasingly slack features over and over and over aga-- Mendoza released with a flourish, the galvanized brunette adding a little flare to her finale by fluffing her hair before she sent Simpson sprawling with the last shot from oil-slicked cheeks.
Flipping hair outta her face as the crowd started to turn on the faltering blonde, Gabz stalked around to Simpson’s north end, grabbed a huge handful of hair and yanked Bianca to her knees. Without releasing the hair-hold, she popped a thumb into her mouth and brought it out armored in a bright orange glob. Holding it high overhead, she let the FAWNatics observe the set-up even as she wrenched Simpson’s head back that much farther. Just like that her raised hand swiped down and in, Mendoza jabbing her gummy thumb into the hollow of Bianca’s throat!
Eyes wide after the Froot Stripe Spike, Bianca flopped onto her back and clasped at her burning windpipe, the red-faced blonde only vaguely aware of Gabby strutting around somewhere overhead.
Her oily kingdom collapsing, similar to her windpipe, Simpson rasped in ragged breaths. Her ivory-skinned legs pushed against the plastic Pit floor but mostly scooted over the oil instead of propelling her. The weak effort left Bianca splayed beneath the hovering, revenge-filled Mendoza who grabbed the blonde's ankles, raised Simpson's legs and pulled them wide. "Time for you to relearn your place, gringa," Gabby growled. She raised her right foot and BURIED it into Simpson's crotch.
Bianca bolted up to a seated position, hands thrust between her glistening thighs, eyes bugging, only for a knee from Gabby to the bridge of the blonde's nose to flatten her. The glistening Texan left Bianca glassily staring into the lights above, dazed, confused and cooking in the heated oil. "Time to bring the butt-storm blonde bimbos can only dream about surviving!" Gabby shouted as she moves to a standing forward straddle of Simpson's waist. "Ready?" she asked rhetorically before dropping her pear-shaped behind into the accepting abdomen of the battered flaxen-haired failure. yt
Bianca gaped and tried to sit up, yet it might as well have been all for show considering how easily Gabby pushed her down flat again. Sliding forward until her thighs completely blanketed Simpson’s face and her tush rested heavy and snug against the challenger’s mouth, the Baby-Faced Killer looked up at the fans ringing the Pit as she ran her hands over those fight-winning glutes.
“You know the words, don’t you? Yeah, of course you do.”
With that she grabbed Bianca’s wrists in either hand and pinned them over the blonde’s head, meaning there was no defense for the gaping grappler when Mendoza began to BOUNCE-BOUNCE-bounce-bounce-BOUNCE! on her opponent’s hapless mug. “Quit, quit, Bytch-face quit!” Gabby led the chorus of oil aficionados. “Quit, quit, Bytch-face quit! Quit, quit, bytch-fa--”
“STAAAAAAAAHHHHHB!” Bianca wailed from somewhere down deep in that gluteal gulag. “STAAAAAAAAAHB! I QUID!”
Considering Simpson’s nose was currently wedged between her cheeks, it’s understandable that Mendoza didn’t relinquish her perch all at once. Instead she looked to the ref. She was about to ask if he’d acknowledged the blubbering surrender when the bell CLANGED. Snorting in satisfaction, the Baroness pushed onto her knees only to wheel around and sit back down to engulf Bianca in buttock. “Your luck’s just run out, Bytch-face.” she chided the softly burbling loser. “Just like anyone else who dares climb into my Pit!”