Post by walkindude on Dec 3, 2019 23:16:45 GMT
Hello Friends,
Thanks to some scheduling wonkiness in November I've got several matches ready for your perusal. Instead of back-loading 'em into the December card I've decided to release one a week every Tuesday in December. First up is a battle of lightweight contenders looking to climb their way back up the ranks after recent setbacks.
Enjoy!
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“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit!” the Announcer told the festive crowd of FAWNatics. “Introducing first, representing Muy Caliente, hailing from Monterrey Mexico, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirteen pounds, please welcome SOLEDAD SANCHEZ!”
MUY CALIENTE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
SOLEDAD SANCHEZ:
An appropriately spicy beat hit the speakers as the crowd came to their collective feet. Soledad brushed the curtains aside shortly thereafter, El Capitan Caliente taking center stage to point a sweeping finger over the throng before thanking them with a few fist-pumps timed to their chant of ‘SOL-EH-DAHD!’ Nodding her approval as the chorus grew in strength, the lissome bipedal hurricane backed up a few steps, then roared down the aisle at top speed.
Reaching the foot of the ramp in near record time, Sanchez threw herself into a flawless low-flying dive that sent her sliding under the bottom rope and all the way to the center of the squared circle. On her feet immediately thereafter, Soledad sprinted to the far ropes, hopped into the high rent district and hurled herself back to center with a gorgeous corkscrew leap that brought her down in an effortless super hero landing. Now that she’d stopped moving it was much easier to note that for this outing tonight the brunette sported her now standard tri-color two-piece as well as matching pads and boots.
“C’mon down, gringa.” Sanchez said to no one in particular as she turned her attention to the stage at the top of the ramp. “It’s time you learned that hot hands aren’t nearly enough against Muy Caliente.”
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and gentlemen I give you MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
Cheers rose up alongside the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ as the FAWN revelers gave it up for the Beach Blaster. Macy greeted them promptly, brushing through the curtain with both arms already spread wide. Armored in her usual white & pink varsity jacket and sporting an oversized pair of red headphones, Renquist pulled aside half of the latter so she could hear the roar of the crowd. Delighted by their noise, Macy set her headgear back in place and started down the ramp. As was the case with her last several outings, Macy came to the ring alone, her trainer and mentor ‘Astonishing’ Amanda Jane Giardi having turned her attention to newer, less disciplined hands in need of steadying at the FAWN Finishing School. Her absence didn’t trouble Renquist one bit, indeed the slender blonde slapping machine looked ice cold under as she bobbed her head to the beat and returned the high-fives extended in her direction.
Heading for the stairs once she cleared the aisle, Macy made quick time onto the apron and through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and expanded her fan base exponentially when she doffed the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her trainer. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Renquist scanned the crowd one more time before she headed to the far corner where she hung up the jacket for safe keeping. The headphones came next, Macy hooking them around the post so they rested atop her jacket. Catching Merle’s attention when she turned around, Renquist offered the ref her wrists and said, “Last time we shared a ring wasn’t my finest moment, Merle.”
“You got nothing to be ashamed of, Macy.” he replied after finishing his perusal. “That match went down to the wire.”
“Oh, I’m not ashamed. I’m pissed. Very, VERY pissed. And I’m going to take it out on Soledad. Hope you brought ear plugs, I’m slappin’ hard tonight.”
No hesitation, feeling out or other warming up when the bell sounded, the pair of Lightweight stars simply zipped toward a collision in the center of the squared circle. Actually collision is far too artless a word for Soledad and Macy’s initial encounter, considering it was a textbook perfect Collar-&-Elbow that flowed perfectly into a brunette Arm Wringer, Sanchez laying claim to the blonde’s right wrist so she could spin Renquist’s whole arm once, twice, three times. Bending Macy’s hand backward over her wrist to keep her from going anywhere, Soledad halved the grip, then went up on tiptoe and fashioned her free arm into a ‘V’ so she jab that bony dagger into the meat of Macy’s exposed bicep! Renquist grimaced, reached for Sanchez’s wrist presumably to reverse the Wringer and got the Caliente Cutie’s elbow draaaaaaaagged up and down the length of her bicep instead.
“What do you think you’re doing, baby?” Sanchez teased. You’re not getting out of here until I get bo--”
The Beach Blaster flattened her free hand into a paddle and drew it quick enough to draw her opponent’s attention. The Slap proved nothing but a feint, one effective enough to let Macy dip free of the Arm Wringer with Soledad’s left wrist in her possession. Just like that she was on the brunette’s six with Sanchez’s arm neatly folded and pressed between tummy and back, Soledad cringing at each torque of the Hammerlock. Quick to take liberties to avenge those taken against her, Renquist gouged the point of her chin into the side of Soledad’s neck, a tactic that made the Monterrey Aerialist hiss in displeasure.
“Were you about to say bored sweetness?” Macy asked her opposition. “If you were, I can assure you that you’ll be a lot of things tonight. Sore, frustrated, exhausted, ultimately beaten, but you’ll never be bor--”
Sanchez reached behind with her right hand to cup the back of Renquist’s skull in a loose interpretation of a Three Quarters Facelock. From there a slight dip of the knees was all it took to send Soledad shooting to high noon, the tips of the brunette’s boots pointed straight into the overhead rafters. When gravity took over she brought her knees up and laid out on her side, all the better to send Renquist tumbling across the canvas via her makeshift Snapmare.
The Slappin’ Sensation sprang from the counter like a trained gymnast and resumed the offensive at once, Macy closing fast for another Collar-&-CRAAACK!
Sanchez raised a roar from the crowd and an immediate welt from her opponent when she lashed her right hand through the blonde’s would-be clinch for a resounding Slap to Renquist’s modest décolletage! Frozen in place, Macy could only grit her teeth until the Soledad reeled her into a Side Headlock and dumped the blonde over one hip to the canvas, Sanchez riding the Headlock all the way down! Hands locked in an S-grip, Soledad reefed / leaned back on the hold to keep Renquist’s mug pressed against the curve of her breast.
“Wait, something about this isn’t right.” Sanchez murmured after she’d squeezed hard enough to make Macy’s heels beat against the canvas. “What am I doing wrong? Oh yeah, that’s right! Estrina says this is how you like it!” The former Hurrican relinquished the S-grip (but not the Headlock) so she could wrap the blonde’s ponytail around that fist for a few sharp yanks! This earned protests from Renquist and Merle, but Soledad paid them no mind, she merely used the follicular handle to force Macy’s mouth and nose into the crook of her armpit!
Resuming the Headlock after a condescending pat to the blonde’s cheek, Sanchez smiled wide and didn’t let her eyes leave Renquist’s. “Guess the champ was right, you really do like sniffin’ armpits don’cha, gringAAAHHHH!”
Macy snuck her arms around the brunette’s waist, secured a clasp of her own and pivoted onto her right side which in turn stacked Sanchez on her shoulders for…
ONE…
TWO…
Soledad popped her hips in time with the second slap of mat to return both ladies to their previous arrangement. Unfazed by the near fall, Sanchez drew the Headlock a little tighter. “So you wanna play cheap, gringa?” the brunette asked with a malicious twinkle in her eyes. “I can do that too.”
As proof she coiled Macy’s braid around her fist a couple times and proceeded to yank it back and forth like she meant to pop it offa the blonde’s skull! Renquist keened, thrashed from side to side and got one hand up under her attacker’s chin, but she received no solace from Soledad until the referee reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
“What?” Soledad’s tone was one of polite interest as she doubled down on the Headlock and not so casually scrubbed her armpit against Macy’s mouth. “I was just showing the cheerleader here how she’s not gonna get away with pulling my--”
Macy’s leverage was nothing short of terrible given the current arrangement, nevertheless she managed to stop Sanchez cold with a pert little slap administered directly upon the mouth.
No mirth from Soledad now, her eyes were nothing but dark, narrow slots. “Big mistake, bytch. You’re gonna forget all about the taste of Starfire by the time I’m finished with NNNGGHHHUURRGHHHH!”
The Beach Blaster hooked her left hand over Sanchez’s chin, Macy digging her crooked fingers into the other wrestler’s lower lip. If that wasn’t distraction enough she pushed out with considerable force, more than enough to wrench her head back at an unpleasant angle. Understandably preoccupied with removing Renquist’s tines from her lip, Soledad didn’t register the other threat until Macy’s legs closed around her head with an audible ‘smeck!’ Ankles crossed, the Slappin’ Sensation popped her hips to force Sanchez to the canvas while sitting up in the same sinuous motion. One hand braced against the mat, Renquist took a moment to smooth out her hair, then reached down with that hand to tap, tap, tap an index finger against the tip of Soledad’s nose.
“You don’t plan on tapping out in the next few seconds, do you, honey?” she asked.
“Hell no. Don‘t waste my time with stupid questions.” the grounded Aerialist pulled her knees in close for what was probably a kip-up only to have it thwarted by an interposing hand from the blonde.
“Good.” Macy said with a satisfied smile. “Means I don’t need to worry about piling against a chick who’s about to break.”
“You’re not gonna break anything, gringAAARRRHHH HAIR! HAIR, MERLE!”
Renquist worked Sanchez’s sleek locks like a part-time job she hated, the Beach Blaster just tugging to & fro, even going so far as to tickle her opponent’s nose with what she‘d captured. Another ‘FOUR!’ from Merle ended the tress torture but not the Headscissors, indeed Renquist put both hands on the mat so she could hoist her tush up by a good six inches. Soledad’s kicking grew in strength and frequency, yet her noggin remained firmly secure in the vise of the blonde’s calf and thigh. “You’re gonna want to keep that sweat stain’s name out of your mouth when I’m within earshot.” Macy advised the struggling brunette. “Otherwise I might start to think you’re her and if that were to happen…”
The Beach Blaster returned her bottom to the mat, then brought her right hand up and down, a vicious bullwhip sort of motion that CRAAACKED her palm against Sanchez’s wriggling tummy hard enough to make the whole lower deck cringe.
“C’mon, bridge again!” Renquist demanded. “I’ve never slapped the six pack offa chick before. Let’s see how long it can hold out!”
Soledad cursed, made no effort to oblige her attacker, so Macy slap-slap-SLAPPED her three more times, the white-clad battler raising festive pink welts on Sanchez’s defenseless midsection. Ceasing the punishment when the Captain of Caliente grabbed at her wrist, Renquist pressed that hand to Soledad’s tummy and jabbed her index finger deep into the Latina’s navel!
“Mean bytch.” Sanchez growled in the midst of trying to remove her opponent’s knuckle-deep spike. “I’ll make you pay for nnnghhrrrhhh CUT THAT SHYT OUT!”
Macy, who’d added to the brunette’s distress with a series of taunting ’slap-pats’ to Soledad’s left cheek, did as bade only so she could pinch the trapped wrestler’s cheek. “Oh, you’re going to make me pay?” she scoffed. “Know what that is, Sole-daddy? That’s the loser’s way of saying I’m defenseless, please don’t hurt--”
Renquist fell into a tense silence when Soledad raaaaaaaaked her nails down the blonde’s forearm, then dug ‘em deep into the wrist of the hand still gouging at her belly button. “I’m NEVER defenseless, gringa.” Sanchez growled. “It’s high time you learned HHRRRGHHH!”
Macy wrested her hand free of the counter-grip, braced both palms against the mat and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed harder than ever before. “That so, baby? Prove it.”
Soledad meant to do so and posthaste, unfortunately Renquist’s Scissors were so snug around her skull that the traditional kip-up escape was effectively impossible. She could’ve twisted her way into a Headstand given enough time, but the subtle fade at the corner of her vision suggested time would be in short supply sooner than later. In the end she settled for an arrhythmic thumping and bumping, Sanchez using her hips and legs to first turn, then haul the linked Lightweights over to the nearest set of-- “Break.” Soledad ordered as soon as she’d crossed her ankles around that stretch of rubber-coated steel. “Get your scrawny legs offa me, bimbo.”
The Monterrey Aerialist looked to Merle for support but this proved unnecessary because Macy relinquished her Headscissors while the official was still en route to his charges. Feeling no particular urge to question this apparent lapse in the blonde’s strategy, Soledad pulled herself beneath the bottom rope and took up residence on the apron.
“Keep her back.” she warned Merle without taking her eyes off Renquist. “Bytch is sneaky.”
The Beach Blaster retreated to a distance that satisfied the zebra, though she didn’t give the impression of a woman that’d ceded any ground. “Not sneaky, cutie. Better. Say it with me now. Macy is--”
Renquist piped down fast when Soledad leapt onto the top rope only to perch there for a good three seconds, the Storm Herald just staring a hole through her blonde until-- Macy charged the ropes and lashed out with a Roundhouse that would’ve taken Sanchez out at the ankles if she hadn’t hopped / dropped back to her perch on the apron. But this was no mere evasion, as the Slappin’ Sensation discovered when Soledad PWAAAKED a Mongolian Chop into her collarbones! Macy cried out and crumpled to one knee, the blonde grabbing hold of the middle rope to keep herself steady.
“What’s wrong, gringa? I thought you’d be used to being the slowest woman in the ring by now!”
Renquist didn’t answer and that was fine because Sanchez didn’t need any sort of acknowledgement to grab a double handful of ponytail and pull her head between the top and middle strands. Neatly disguising the throat on rope contact by slinging her right leg over the blonde’s exposed noggin, Soledad crossed her ankles and bore down on a Standing Headscissors that had Macy’s face flushing an ugly pink in the first few seconds! “You really think you’re hot enough for Muy Caliente?” Sanchez taunted as she bounced in place, her pert backside pushing and shoving at the squirming lightweight. “Well you’re not! In fact I haven’t even broken a sweat--”
“Break the hold, Soledad!” Merle ordered, oblivious to the covert throttling. “Macy’s in the ropes!”
Soledad countered with an exaggerated pout. “Ooooohhhhh… but they like it so much!” She bounced that much harder and was not surprised by the raucous cheer from over her shoulders.
“I know, I know. But she’s in the ropes. Don’t make me count, all right?”
“Well,” Sanchez drew that single word out to perhaps twelve syllables and swished her cheeks across the back of Renquist’s head through each and every one. “All right, IF you insist.”
Merle did, so Soledad got up off her seat, then collected herself a double handful of blonde locks and hauled Macy out onto the apron. Powering Renquist to her feet was considerably easier in the wake of the Standing Headscissors, as was creating some separation with an impertinent little shove. Anger returning alongside her oxygen, Macy pulled a hand away from her burning throat and rasped, “Yuuuuhhh… you have no idea who you’re messing witHHHNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Soledad must’ve known or at least had a good idea of who she was messing with because she raced down the narrow ledge and hopped into the void, whereupon she cinched her hands around the back of Renquist’s skull and dropped straight to the floor to THWHONK the blonde’s face against the unforgiving plywood with a vicious Reverse STO!
APRON REVERSE STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpF01GlKPMY
The full body jolt sent Macy slopping from the apron to the floor where she could’ve stayed for most of the official’s count if Soledad hadn’t collected her at trunks and tresses and scraped her up for an immediate return to the squared circle. Sanchez had every intention of rejoining her prey inside, though she chose a different point of ingress. Flitting from the floor to the apron to the top rope in the span between heartbeats, the Monterrey Aerialist jumped off into a beautiful little corkscrew spin that THWHAMMED every bit of her hundred and thirteen plus across the Macy’s gulping chest!
SPRINGBOARD TORNILLO SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SMEDUd-E_A
The glassy-eyed blonde tried to shift off her back but Sanchez wasn’t having it. She pressed Renquist flat, hooked the far leg and pulled that knee up beneath Macy’s chin for a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Beach Blaster jerked a shoulder off the mat to keep her name off the list of those cindered by Muy Caliente. Leaning back on her haunches, Soledad favored Merle with a sharp look, though she didn’t look all that disappointed when she collected Renquist’s right hand in a Greco Roman Knucklelock and used it to return the blonde to verticality. Distracted by aches in her forehead, ribs and now hand, Macy instinctually sought out the freshest hurt meaning she didn’t register Soledad’s right hand streaking in until it CLAPPED her cleavage!
“I slap harder and I move faster, gringa!” Sanchez taunted the cringing grappler. “There’s nothing you can do that I can’t do better!”
This assertion was fresh off her lips when the Storm Herald ran to the far corner and hopped onto the middle rope. From there she sprang to the top on a sharp diagonal and took wing once more, Soledad seeming to float longer than she should’ve before dropping outta the sky to sling Macy halfway across the ring with the prettiest Arm Drag you ever did see. Renquist came up on her feet near the opposite corner and damned if she didn’t go straight back at the brunette even though there was an obvious hitch in her giddy-up. Going after Soledad in first gear proved a poor decision in short order as Captain Caliente soared in, cinched her calves around the blonde’s noggin and flipped her to the deck with a gorgeous Running ‘Rana that earned her a…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
Macy kicked out and flopped onto her stomach, saving the match with no more than half a second to spare. “WHO’S THE FASTEST?” Soledad bellowed to the FAWNatics as soon as she regained verticality.
‘SOLEDAD!’
“WHO’S THE HOTTEST?”
SOLEDAD!’
“WHO’S THE BEST?”
‘SOLEDAD!’
Call and response firmly established, Sanchez laid claim to the blonde’s wrist and forced her to stand alongside so she could sling her into the ropNO! Macy doubled down on the Wristlock to send Soledad in her stead, a development that, judging from the grin on Sanchez’s face, she’d thoroughly planned for. Speed increasing as she closed on the edge, Soledad took wing and landed on the top rope only to launch herself back the way she’d came, a high, floaty Quebrada that CRAAAAAAAAAACK!
The Slappin’ Sensation reminded everyone of her bona fides by delivering a hellacious forehand Bytch Slap to Soledad’s wide open tummy while the brunette was upside down! Sanchez folded and then fell, the inverted Aerialist landing awkwardly on her head and right shoulder. Paying absolutely no attention to the echoing ‘Oooohhhhhhhhh’ of the FAWNatics, Renquist dropped to her knees beside Soledad and shoved her onto her back for a Crossbody good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sanchez lifted a shoulder off the canvas, preserving her place in the match for at least another three seconds. Beside her, Macy rocked back on her haunches and swiped a hand across her flushed face. “Choking me on the ropes was a real bytch move, cupcake.” the blonde explained as she peeled the other Lightweight off the canvas via a double fistful of hair. “Which is exactly why you got slapped like a bytch. Change your ways and maybe it won’t happen again.”
“Shuuuhhh… shut your mouth, gringa.” Soledad huffed. “One lucky shot’s not gonna win you the RGH!”
Renquist dragged Sanchez into a Front Facelock, slung the brunette’s near arm across her shoulders and caught a quick handful of tricolor trunks. Soon as those hooks were set she dipped her knees and hoisted the Monterrey native all the way to high noon. She stayed there for the next ‘FIVE!’ seconds and probably could’ve stayed there for quite a bit longer if the Beach Blaster hadn’t slung / dropped Soledad back the way she’d came, not for any sort of a Gourdbuster but a painless landing on her own two fe--CRAAAAAACK!
Macy torched Sanchez’s cheek the instant she touched down, the newest Bytch Slap loaded with enough ‘stank’ to send Soledad swooning in a half cir--THWHACK! The slaps were what made her famous, yet Renquist’s feet were just as dangerous, as evidenced by the Super Kick she tacked to the base of Sanchez went down like she’d been poleaxed and once again Macy was right there bundling her onto her back for a brisk…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO
El Capitan Caliente got a hand under Renquist’s chin and shoved her clear of the pin, though this got her a retaliatory tummy slap almost immediately. Sanchez groaned, turned onto her side and drew both knees up in hopes of protecting that abused midsection. “That’s fine, cover up while you can, girl.” Macy’s ‘tude was making a swift comeback now that she had Soledad grounded by a sizzling case of Pink Belly. “You’ll be hotter than you ever imagined… and you’re not gonna like it one goddamned bit.”
Sanchez replied with a low curse that grew into a loud hiss when Renquist resumed the hair-hold and used it to force the luchadora to boot-leather. “Off the hair, Macy.” Merle coaxed. “You know you can’t--”
“Brat can’t strangle me on the ropes either.” the blonde snapped. “Didn’t stop her though, did it?”
Renquist did as ordered but immediately hunched over to hook her right arm between’s Soledad’s stems so she could muscle her across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. This arrangement didn’t last very long, at least not in its traditional arrangement because Macy whipped around on one foot and slung herself forward and down to THWHUMP Soledad flat against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
The Rolling Slam left Soledad stretched out in the middle of the ring, only now Renquist made no effort to secure a cover. Instead she got to her feet, grabbed hold of the brunette’s right ankle and pulled it away from her torso at a rather vulnerable angle. From there Macy helped herself to Sanchez’s left wrist and pulled that whole arm down, all the better to thread Soledad’s forearm into the pit of her own knee. Carefully shifting her left knee to keep steady pressure on her opponent’s left shin, Renquist collected Sanchez’s left ankle and wrist so she could repeat the previous preparations. When she was done the Slappin Sensation pushed / rolled Soledad onto her stomach, or rather her knees and one cheek, as that’s all that touched the mat thanks to the galling gaudiness of the Paradise Lock.
PARADISE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaLgvJtpvak
This particular example of a human knot always got an emphatic reaction from the crowd and the recipient, albeit for vastly different reasons. The former cheered wildly for the creative tawdriness of the arrangement while the latter could only rage over their near helplessness, something Soledad Sanchez did at the top of her lungs. “YOU TACKY GRINGA BYTCH, YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS!” she bellowed while trying to wriggle some slack into the trap. “YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST POSE ME LIKE THIS? I SWEAR I’M GONNA SPLASH YOU FROM ALL FOUR CORNERS, THEN TAKE YA ON A WALK OF SHAMAAAAAAHHHHH DAMMIT!”
Those spicy threats came to an abrupt end when Renquist strolled over (she’d retreated to the ropes to catch her breath shortly after the hold was applied) and laid a red right brand atop her opponent’s squirming flank! “What’re you gonna do, Sole-daddy?” she asked pleasantly.
“Gonna wear your gringa ass out, honey. Gonna make you forget all about Estrina’s pits when you’re trying to pull my boot outta your assEERRRRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Macy snatched herself a handful of tricolor and hiked it up between Soledad’s buns, thus ensuring there was practically nothing between palm and glute when the former met the latter with a cringe-inducing CRAAACK! The Beach Blaster was sorely tempted to wear out her shoulders slapping a submission from Soledad’s haunches, but there was something vaguely unsporting about smiting a defenseless target over and over and over again. Slap-warmed hands on her hips, Renquist cleared off a few steps, then asked, “All sassed out, cutie? Ready to behave?”
“Kiss my ass.” Soledad replied through gritted teeth. “You’ll never finish me like this.”
“Good.” Macy whipped around, ran the ropes and returned with a ferocious head of steam that into a high leap, the white-clad blonde seemingly pulling her knees up to her chin before pistoning her legs out full length to THWHUMP a vicious Hesitation Dropkick into her opponent’s exposed flank!
This bludgeoning broadside was more than enough to knock Soledad out of the Paradise Lock, indeed it rolled her to within less than a foot of the ropes on the other side of the squared circle. Sanchez realized this and reached for the bottom rope only to cry out in dismay when Macy caught on at shoulder and hip and yanked her away.
“Nothing for you out there, baby. Fight‘s right here.” Renquist chided the brunette as she dragged her to a seat and wrenched both arms behind her back in a Double Chickenwing.
“Fight’s wherever I take it, gringa.” Soledad countered, the brunette fighting to steady her footing while the blonde powered them to verticality.
“Oh, really? That why you were scurrying to the outside? Gonna call on some back-up to save your ERRGGHH NNNGGGHH!” Sanchez had no luck freeing her arms so she raised a foot and stamped on Macy’s toes, then followed up with a quick Headbutt that struck her opponent’s flush on the chin. Renquist let go without ceding much in the way of ground, so Soledad ‘rounded on her, laced both hands behind her head and tucked her noggin beneath the blonde’s jaw, thus ensuring another unpleasant oral jolt when she hopped up and dropped to her butt. Macy popped up on her heels, swayed on the spot and almost took a knee, giving Soledad more than enough time to vault over the ropes to the apron beyond. Turned back to the ring long before her feet touched down, Sanchez immediately hopped onto the top rope and from there out into the aether, la Capitan Caliente hurling herself through a sinuous full body twist that transformed into a high-altitude Spinning Heel Kick! The ‘twang’ of the ropes drew Macy’s attention upward, though this only ensured her a brief glimpse of an onrushing hurricane in the heartbeat before Soledad’s boot THWHACKED her flush in the face!
SPRINGBOARD SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S74DWiKzsI4
Renquist landed hard on the back of her head and shoulders, ankles somewhere north of her ears in an involuntary Matchbook. She didn’t get a chance to unfold before Sanchez pounced across those upturned haunches, the squashed blonde voicing a breathy ‘oooofffh’ that was completely overshadowed by the FAWNatics chanting along with Merle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Renquist bucked the luchadora off and tumbled onto one side, though she wasn’t able to do much more than that before Sanchez laid claim to blonde ponytail and hauled her to boot-leather. “You wanna kick me in the head when I’m defenseless, huh gringa? I can play that game too!” Soledad stuffed a Kneelift into Macy’s tummy, then slipped an arm between her legs and scooped her up Body Slam style. This arrangement proved heavy on the Body but light on the Slam, at least in the early going as the brunette kept her burden snugged in place while she walked over to the nearest corner and stuffed Renquist in against the turnbuckles. “Got you set up like the world’s dumpiest piñata, brat.” Sanchez chided after a little bit of work left Macy tied to the Tree of Woe. “I know you’re not gonna cough up any candy, but I bet I can hit you hard enough to make some quit pour out.”
“Nuuuhhh… not freaking likely.” Macy grumbled as she looked for some purchase to escape the awkward predicament. “You’re gonna run outta gas long before I do, cutiOFH! OOFH! OOFH!”
Soledad stuffed a trio of punches into the Floridian’s vulnerable belly and finished off with an overhand slap just because she could. “Stay right there, gringa.” Sanchez teased as she strutted toward the opposite corner. “I want to show you what a real Dropkick looks like.”
The Beach Blaster didn’t have much say in the issue, thus explaining Soledad’s grin when she reached her destination. Wheeling around with nothing in the way of preamble, she raced back the way she’d came, the Monterrey Aerialist covering the distance in a few galloping strides and one exceptionally high jump, Sanchez pulling her knees up to her chest before she straightened out and THWHAPPED her heels into Renquist’s exposed midriff!
TREE OF WOE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gz8d4I-CrDI
The Dropkick knocked Macy outta the Tree in a single stroke, the blonde hitting every branch on the way down en route to an awkward landing on one shoulder. Still grinning, Soledad collected her foe at wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaagged her well away from the ropes so there was no worry of a cheap escape when she dropped across Renquist’s tummy and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Beach Blaster shot an arm into the air with the softest of sighs between herself and defeat. “Sure about that gas tank of yours, gringa?” Sanchez asked. “Sounds like you’re running on empty to me.” No answer from the blonde, so Soledad prized Renquist off the mat and scooped her a second time, albeit for a far more traditional Body Slam. Making a point to step on, rather than over Macy as she headed to the corner, Sanchez went from canvas to top turnbuckle in a single leap, the nimble brunette twisting ‘round to face her target in mid-ascent. Arms spread wide once she’d risen to her full height, Soledad urged the crowd for more noise and was rewarded with an energetic ‘CAL-E-EN-TAY!’ chant from those assembled. Passions appropriately enflamed, Sanchez leapt into the lights for a sharp-descending somersault, the brunette tucking her head in tight as she divebombed down on--
Macy rolled toward the corner, leaving Soledad without a target for--
‘OOOOOHHH!’ from the crowd as Capitan Caliente adjusted at the last possible second to avoid the crash landing in favor of a graceful tuck ‘n roll! Bouncing up near the opposite corner without missing a beat, Sanchez whipped through an about face and raced at Macy, who was pushing off one knee. Soledad noted this and hopped up to get a foot on the blonde’s posted leg. A Shining Wizard seemed all but inevitable when Renquist stuffed her palms against the Luchadora’s tummy and launched her straight up with a huge skyward shove! Sanchez’s face registered surprise but not concern and another effortless adjustment ensured she’d land on her feet directly in front CRAAAAAACK!
The Slappin’ Sensation clouted her opponent’s cheek a millisecond before Soledad’s feet touched down which was still more than enough to put the brunette flat on her butt instead! Looming over the grounded grappler, Macy flipped hair out of her eyes, then grabbed Soledad by the ears and bounced a Kneelift off her forehead. “You should’ve stuck to Dropkicks, cutie.” Renquist huffed after she’d dragged Sanchez to her feet. “Because you were never going to win a slap fight with me.”
Too slap shocked to answer, Soledad could only groan as Macy snuggled in on her left flank and deftly collected the brunette’s head and left leg in an awkward standing cradle. With the back of her head wedged in tight to Soledad’s chest, Renquist swung her opponent to the right, then snapped left at full speed to THAWHUMP Sanchez down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of her mentor’s old Lightning Spiral.
LIGHTNING SPIRAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AiQSMETguQc
The Monterrey Aerialist stayed stacked up on her shoulders until Macy shoved her over onto her stomach in a glistening tangle of tawny limbs. She’d just registered the press of canvas when Renquist climbed aboard, the Beach Blaster quick to fold / trap the other wrestler’s left leg in a Figure-Four Scissors of sorts. Stretched out full length on Soledad’s back, Macy slipped her left arm beneath the brunette’s bicep to secure a Half Nelson, then cinched her right arm around Sanchez’s throat and bore down while simultaneously wreeeeeeeeeeenching back to complete the Renquisition!
“HHHHHRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!” Soledad rasped to shuddering life as the modified STF tried to pull her in several different directions at once. Denied one arm by that damned Half Nelson, Sanchez balanced on her remaining elbow to pull and worry at the blonde’s forearm with no noticeable results.
“Tap out.” Macy demanded as she tried to peel her opponent’s chest completely off the mat. “Unless you want to go from Muy Caliente to Muy Snuffed!”
“NUHH… NO CHANCE, GRINGA!” Soledad was reeeeeeeeeeeeeaching for the ropes now, though she Renquist’s pressing frame kept them maddeningly out of reach. “YOU’RE NEVER GONNA PUT THIS FIRE OOOOHHHH FAAAAAAAHHH STAAAAAAAAHP! STAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
Macy drew the knot that much tighter, finally forcing Soledad to slap the mat to end her suffering. Breaking her hold at the sound of the bell, the Beach Blaster straddled her foe’s hips and put her hands on Sanchez’s shoulders to make sure there was no question of winner and loser when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… MACY RENQUIST!”
Macy mussed Soledad’s hair for no particular reason, then stood up and ‘snapped’ her trunks tight against the slim curve of her hips.
“Told you I wouldn’t be at the back of the line for long.” she said to the camera. “Sooner or later I’ll be at the head again and when I do the champ… whoever she is, is gonna get her face slapped sideways.”
Thanks to some scheduling wonkiness in November I've got several matches ready for your perusal. Instead of back-loading 'em into the December card I've decided to release one a week every Tuesday in December. First up is a battle of lightweight contenders looking to climb their way back up the ranks after recent setbacks.
Enjoy!
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“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit!” the Announcer told the festive crowd of FAWNatics. “Introducing first, representing Muy Caliente, hailing from Monterrey Mexico, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirteen pounds, please welcome SOLEDAD SANCHEZ!”
MUY CALIENTE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
SOLEDAD SANCHEZ:
An appropriately spicy beat hit the speakers as the crowd came to their collective feet. Soledad brushed the curtains aside shortly thereafter, El Capitan Caliente taking center stage to point a sweeping finger over the throng before thanking them with a few fist-pumps timed to their chant of ‘SOL-EH-DAHD!’ Nodding her approval as the chorus grew in strength, the lissome bipedal hurricane backed up a few steps, then roared down the aisle at top speed.
Reaching the foot of the ramp in near record time, Sanchez threw herself into a flawless low-flying dive that sent her sliding under the bottom rope and all the way to the center of the squared circle. On her feet immediately thereafter, Soledad sprinted to the far ropes, hopped into the high rent district and hurled herself back to center with a gorgeous corkscrew leap that brought her down in an effortless super hero landing. Now that she’d stopped moving it was much easier to note that for this outing tonight the brunette sported her now standard tri-color two-piece as well as matching pads and boots.
“C’mon down, gringa.” Sanchez said to no one in particular as she turned her attention to the stage at the top of the ramp. “It’s time you learned that hot hands aren’t nearly enough against Muy Caliente.”
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and gentlemen I give you MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
Cheers rose up alongside the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ as the FAWN revelers gave it up for the Beach Blaster. Macy greeted them promptly, brushing through the curtain with both arms already spread wide. Armored in her usual white & pink varsity jacket and sporting an oversized pair of red headphones, Renquist pulled aside half of the latter so she could hear the roar of the crowd. Delighted by their noise, Macy set her headgear back in place and started down the ramp. As was the case with her last several outings, Macy came to the ring alone, her trainer and mentor ‘Astonishing’ Amanda Jane Giardi having turned her attention to newer, less disciplined hands in need of steadying at the FAWN Finishing School. Her absence didn’t trouble Renquist one bit, indeed the slender blonde slapping machine looked ice cold under as she bobbed her head to the beat and returned the high-fives extended in her direction.
Heading for the stairs once she cleared the aisle, Macy made quick time onto the apron and through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and expanded her fan base exponentially when she doffed the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her trainer. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Renquist scanned the crowd one more time before she headed to the far corner where she hung up the jacket for safe keeping. The headphones came next, Macy hooking them around the post so they rested atop her jacket. Catching Merle’s attention when she turned around, Renquist offered the ref her wrists and said, “Last time we shared a ring wasn’t my finest moment, Merle.”
“You got nothing to be ashamed of, Macy.” he replied after finishing his perusal. “That match went down to the wire.”
“Oh, I’m not ashamed. I’m pissed. Very, VERY pissed. And I’m going to take it out on Soledad. Hope you brought ear plugs, I’m slappin’ hard tonight.”
No hesitation, feeling out or other warming up when the bell sounded, the pair of Lightweight stars simply zipped toward a collision in the center of the squared circle. Actually collision is far too artless a word for Soledad and Macy’s initial encounter, considering it was a textbook perfect Collar-&-Elbow that flowed perfectly into a brunette Arm Wringer, Sanchez laying claim to the blonde’s right wrist so she could spin Renquist’s whole arm once, twice, three times. Bending Macy’s hand backward over her wrist to keep her from going anywhere, Soledad halved the grip, then went up on tiptoe and fashioned her free arm into a ‘V’ so she jab that bony dagger into the meat of Macy’s exposed bicep! Renquist grimaced, reached for Sanchez’s wrist presumably to reverse the Wringer and got the Caliente Cutie’s elbow draaaaaaaagged up and down the length of her bicep instead.
“What do you think you’re doing, baby?” Sanchez teased. You’re not getting out of here until I get bo--”
The Beach Blaster flattened her free hand into a paddle and drew it quick enough to draw her opponent’s attention. The Slap proved nothing but a feint, one effective enough to let Macy dip free of the Arm Wringer with Soledad’s left wrist in her possession. Just like that she was on the brunette’s six with Sanchez’s arm neatly folded and pressed between tummy and back, Soledad cringing at each torque of the Hammerlock. Quick to take liberties to avenge those taken against her, Renquist gouged the point of her chin into the side of Soledad’s neck, a tactic that made the Monterrey Aerialist hiss in displeasure.
“Were you about to say bored sweetness?” Macy asked her opposition. “If you were, I can assure you that you’ll be a lot of things tonight. Sore, frustrated, exhausted, ultimately beaten, but you’ll never be bor--”
Sanchez reached behind with her right hand to cup the back of Renquist’s skull in a loose interpretation of a Three Quarters Facelock. From there a slight dip of the knees was all it took to send Soledad shooting to high noon, the tips of the brunette’s boots pointed straight into the overhead rafters. When gravity took over she brought her knees up and laid out on her side, all the better to send Renquist tumbling across the canvas via her makeshift Snapmare.
The Slappin’ Sensation sprang from the counter like a trained gymnast and resumed the offensive at once, Macy closing fast for another Collar-&-CRAAACK!
Sanchez raised a roar from the crowd and an immediate welt from her opponent when she lashed her right hand through the blonde’s would-be clinch for a resounding Slap to Renquist’s modest décolletage! Frozen in place, Macy could only grit her teeth until the Soledad reeled her into a Side Headlock and dumped the blonde over one hip to the canvas, Sanchez riding the Headlock all the way down! Hands locked in an S-grip, Soledad reefed / leaned back on the hold to keep Renquist’s mug pressed against the curve of her breast.
“Wait, something about this isn’t right.” Sanchez murmured after she’d squeezed hard enough to make Macy’s heels beat against the canvas. “What am I doing wrong? Oh yeah, that’s right! Estrina says this is how you like it!” The former Hurrican relinquished the S-grip (but not the Headlock) so she could wrap the blonde’s ponytail around that fist for a few sharp yanks! This earned protests from Renquist and Merle, but Soledad paid them no mind, she merely used the follicular handle to force Macy’s mouth and nose into the crook of her armpit!
Resuming the Headlock after a condescending pat to the blonde’s cheek, Sanchez smiled wide and didn’t let her eyes leave Renquist’s. “Guess the champ was right, you really do like sniffin’ armpits don’cha, gringAAAHHHH!”
Macy snuck her arms around the brunette’s waist, secured a clasp of her own and pivoted onto her right side which in turn stacked Sanchez on her shoulders for…
ONE…
TWO…
Soledad popped her hips in time with the second slap of mat to return both ladies to their previous arrangement. Unfazed by the near fall, Sanchez drew the Headlock a little tighter. “So you wanna play cheap, gringa?” the brunette asked with a malicious twinkle in her eyes. “I can do that too.”
As proof she coiled Macy’s braid around her fist a couple times and proceeded to yank it back and forth like she meant to pop it offa the blonde’s skull! Renquist keened, thrashed from side to side and got one hand up under her attacker’s chin, but she received no solace from Soledad until the referee reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
“What?” Soledad’s tone was one of polite interest as she doubled down on the Headlock and not so casually scrubbed her armpit against Macy’s mouth. “I was just showing the cheerleader here how she’s not gonna get away with pulling my--”
Macy’s leverage was nothing short of terrible given the current arrangement, nevertheless she managed to stop Sanchez cold with a pert little slap administered directly upon the mouth.
No mirth from Soledad now, her eyes were nothing but dark, narrow slots. “Big mistake, bytch. You’re gonna forget all about the taste of Starfire by the time I’m finished with NNNGGHHHUURRGHHHH!”
The Beach Blaster hooked her left hand over Sanchez’s chin, Macy digging her crooked fingers into the other wrestler’s lower lip. If that wasn’t distraction enough she pushed out with considerable force, more than enough to wrench her head back at an unpleasant angle. Understandably preoccupied with removing Renquist’s tines from her lip, Soledad didn’t register the other threat until Macy’s legs closed around her head with an audible ‘smeck!’ Ankles crossed, the Slappin’ Sensation popped her hips to force Sanchez to the canvas while sitting up in the same sinuous motion. One hand braced against the mat, Renquist took a moment to smooth out her hair, then reached down with that hand to tap, tap, tap an index finger against the tip of Soledad’s nose.
“You don’t plan on tapping out in the next few seconds, do you, honey?” she asked.
“Hell no. Don‘t waste my time with stupid questions.” the grounded Aerialist pulled her knees in close for what was probably a kip-up only to have it thwarted by an interposing hand from the blonde.
“Good.” Macy said with a satisfied smile. “Means I don’t need to worry about piling against a chick who’s about to break.”
“You’re not gonna break anything, gringAAARRRHHH HAIR! HAIR, MERLE!”
Renquist worked Sanchez’s sleek locks like a part-time job she hated, the Beach Blaster just tugging to & fro, even going so far as to tickle her opponent’s nose with what she‘d captured. Another ‘FOUR!’ from Merle ended the tress torture but not the Headscissors, indeed Renquist put both hands on the mat so she could hoist her tush up by a good six inches. Soledad’s kicking grew in strength and frequency, yet her noggin remained firmly secure in the vise of the blonde’s calf and thigh. “You’re gonna want to keep that sweat stain’s name out of your mouth when I’m within earshot.” Macy advised the struggling brunette. “Otherwise I might start to think you’re her and if that were to happen…”
The Beach Blaster returned her bottom to the mat, then brought her right hand up and down, a vicious bullwhip sort of motion that CRAAACKED her palm against Sanchez’s wriggling tummy hard enough to make the whole lower deck cringe.
“C’mon, bridge again!” Renquist demanded. “I’ve never slapped the six pack offa chick before. Let’s see how long it can hold out!”
Soledad cursed, made no effort to oblige her attacker, so Macy slap-slap-SLAPPED her three more times, the white-clad battler raising festive pink welts on Sanchez’s defenseless midsection. Ceasing the punishment when the Captain of Caliente grabbed at her wrist, Renquist pressed that hand to Soledad’s tummy and jabbed her index finger deep into the Latina’s navel!
“Mean bytch.” Sanchez growled in the midst of trying to remove her opponent’s knuckle-deep spike. “I’ll make you pay for nnnghhrrrhhh CUT THAT SHYT OUT!”
Macy, who’d added to the brunette’s distress with a series of taunting ’slap-pats’ to Soledad’s left cheek, did as bade only so she could pinch the trapped wrestler’s cheek. “Oh, you’re going to make me pay?” she scoffed. “Know what that is, Sole-daddy? That’s the loser’s way of saying I’m defenseless, please don’t hurt--”
Renquist fell into a tense silence when Soledad raaaaaaaaked her nails down the blonde’s forearm, then dug ‘em deep into the wrist of the hand still gouging at her belly button. “I’m NEVER defenseless, gringa.” Sanchez growled. “It’s high time you learned HHRRRGHHH!”
Macy wrested her hand free of the counter-grip, braced both palms against the mat and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed harder than ever before. “That so, baby? Prove it.”
Soledad meant to do so and posthaste, unfortunately Renquist’s Scissors were so snug around her skull that the traditional kip-up escape was effectively impossible. She could’ve twisted her way into a Headstand given enough time, but the subtle fade at the corner of her vision suggested time would be in short supply sooner than later. In the end she settled for an arrhythmic thumping and bumping, Sanchez using her hips and legs to first turn, then haul the linked Lightweights over to the nearest set of-- “Break.” Soledad ordered as soon as she’d crossed her ankles around that stretch of rubber-coated steel. “Get your scrawny legs offa me, bimbo.”
The Monterrey Aerialist looked to Merle for support but this proved unnecessary because Macy relinquished her Headscissors while the official was still en route to his charges. Feeling no particular urge to question this apparent lapse in the blonde’s strategy, Soledad pulled herself beneath the bottom rope and took up residence on the apron.
“Keep her back.” she warned Merle without taking her eyes off Renquist. “Bytch is sneaky.”
The Beach Blaster retreated to a distance that satisfied the zebra, though she didn’t give the impression of a woman that’d ceded any ground. “Not sneaky, cutie. Better. Say it with me now. Macy is--”
Renquist piped down fast when Soledad leapt onto the top rope only to perch there for a good three seconds, the Storm Herald just staring a hole through her blonde until-- Macy charged the ropes and lashed out with a Roundhouse that would’ve taken Sanchez out at the ankles if she hadn’t hopped / dropped back to her perch on the apron. But this was no mere evasion, as the Slappin’ Sensation discovered when Soledad PWAAAKED a Mongolian Chop into her collarbones! Macy cried out and crumpled to one knee, the blonde grabbing hold of the middle rope to keep herself steady.
“What’s wrong, gringa? I thought you’d be used to being the slowest woman in the ring by now!”
Renquist didn’t answer and that was fine because Sanchez didn’t need any sort of acknowledgement to grab a double handful of ponytail and pull her head between the top and middle strands. Neatly disguising the throat on rope contact by slinging her right leg over the blonde’s exposed noggin, Soledad crossed her ankles and bore down on a Standing Headscissors that had Macy’s face flushing an ugly pink in the first few seconds! “You really think you’re hot enough for Muy Caliente?” Sanchez taunted as she bounced in place, her pert backside pushing and shoving at the squirming lightweight. “Well you’re not! In fact I haven’t even broken a sweat--”
“Break the hold, Soledad!” Merle ordered, oblivious to the covert throttling. “Macy’s in the ropes!”
Soledad countered with an exaggerated pout. “Ooooohhhhh… but they like it so much!” She bounced that much harder and was not surprised by the raucous cheer from over her shoulders.
“I know, I know. But she’s in the ropes. Don’t make me count, all right?”
“Well,” Sanchez drew that single word out to perhaps twelve syllables and swished her cheeks across the back of Renquist’s head through each and every one. “All right, IF you insist.”
Merle did, so Soledad got up off her seat, then collected herself a double handful of blonde locks and hauled Macy out onto the apron. Powering Renquist to her feet was considerably easier in the wake of the Standing Headscissors, as was creating some separation with an impertinent little shove. Anger returning alongside her oxygen, Macy pulled a hand away from her burning throat and rasped, “Yuuuuhhh… you have no idea who you’re messing witHHHNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Soledad must’ve known or at least had a good idea of who she was messing with because she raced down the narrow ledge and hopped into the void, whereupon she cinched her hands around the back of Renquist’s skull and dropped straight to the floor to THWHONK the blonde’s face against the unforgiving plywood with a vicious Reverse STO!
APRON REVERSE STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpF01GlKPMY
The full body jolt sent Macy slopping from the apron to the floor where she could’ve stayed for most of the official’s count if Soledad hadn’t collected her at trunks and tresses and scraped her up for an immediate return to the squared circle. Sanchez had every intention of rejoining her prey inside, though she chose a different point of ingress. Flitting from the floor to the apron to the top rope in the span between heartbeats, the Monterrey Aerialist jumped off into a beautiful little corkscrew spin that THWHAMMED every bit of her hundred and thirteen plus across the Macy’s gulping chest!
SPRINGBOARD TORNILLO SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SMEDUd-E_A
The glassy-eyed blonde tried to shift off her back but Sanchez wasn’t having it. She pressed Renquist flat, hooked the far leg and pulled that knee up beneath Macy’s chin for a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Beach Blaster jerked a shoulder off the mat to keep her name off the list of those cindered by Muy Caliente. Leaning back on her haunches, Soledad favored Merle with a sharp look, though she didn’t look all that disappointed when she collected Renquist’s right hand in a Greco Roman Knucklelock and used it to return the blonde to verticality. Distracted by aches in her forehead, ribs and now hand, Macy instinctually sought out the freshest hurt meaning she didn’t register Soledad’s right hand streaking in until it CLAPPED her cleavage!
“I slap harder and I move faster, gringa!” Sanchez taunted the cringing grappler. “There’s nothing you can do that I can’t do better!”
This assertion was fresh off her lips when the Storm Herald ran to the far corner and hopped onto the middle rope. From there she sprang to the top on a sharp diagonal and took wing once more, Soledad seeming to float longer than she should’ve before dropping outta the sky to sling Macy halfway across the ring with the prettiest Arm Drag you ever did see. Renquist came up on her feet near the opposite corner and damned if she didn’t go straight back at the brunette even though there was an obvious hitch in her giddy-up. Going after Soledad in first gear proved a poor decision in short order as Captain Caliente soared in, cinched her calves around the blonde’s noggin and flipped her to the deck with a gorgeous Running ‘Rana that earned her a…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
Macy kicked out and flopped onto her stomach, saving the match with no more than half a second to spare. “WHO’S THE FASTEST?” Soledad bellowed to the FAWNatics as soon as she regained verticality.
‘SOLEDAD!’
“WHO’S THE HOTTEST?”
SOLEDAD!’
“WHO’S THE BEST?”
‘SOLEDAD!’
Call and response firmly established, Sanchez laid claim to the blonde’s wrist and forced her to stand alongside so she could sling her into the ropNO! Macy doubled down on the Wristlock to send Soledad in her stead, a development that, judging from the grin on Sanchez’s face, she’d thoroughly planned for. Speed increasing as she closed on the edge, Soledad took wing and landed on the top rope only to launch herself back the way she’d came, a high, floaty Quebrada that CRAAAAAAAAAACK!
The Slappin’ Sensation reminded everyone of her bona fides by delivering a hellacious forehand Bytch Slap to Soledad’s wide open tummy while the brunette was upside down! Sanchez folded and then fell, the inverted Aerialist landing awkwardly on her head and right shoulder. Paying absolutely no attention to the echoing ‘Oooohhhhhhhhh’ of the FAWNatics, Renquist dropped to her knees beside Soledad and shoved her onto her back for a Crossbody good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sanchez lifted a shoulder off the canvas, preserving her place in the match for at least another three seconds. Beside her, Macy rocked back on her haunches and swiped a hand across her flushed face. “Choking me on the ropes was a real bytch move, cupcake.” the blonde explained as she peeled the other Lightweight off the canvas via a double fistful of hair. “Which is exactly why you got slapped like a bytch. Change your ways and maybe it won’t happen again.”
“Shuuuhhh… shut your mouth, gringa.” Soledad huffed. “One lucky shot’s not gonna win you the RGH!”
Renquist dragged Sanchez into a Front Facelock, slung the brunette’s near arm across her shoulders and caught a quick handful of tricolor trunks. Soon as those hooks were set she dipped her knees and hoisted the Monterrey native all the way to high noon. She stayed there for the next ‘FIVE!’ seconds and probably could’ve stayed there for quite a bit longer if the Beach Blaster hadn’t slung / dropped Soledad back the way she’d came, not for any sort of a Gourdbuster but a painless landing on her own two fe--CRAAAAAACK!
Macy torched Sanchez’s cheek the instant she touched down, the newest Bytch Slap loaded with enough ‘stank’ to send Soledad swooning in a half cir--THWHACK! The slaps were what made her famous, yet Renquist’s feet were just as dangerous, as evidenced by the Super Kick she tacked to the base of Sanchez went down like she’d been poleaxed and once again Macy was right there bundling her onto her back for a brisk…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO
El Capitan Caliente got a hand under Renquist’s chin and shoved her clear of the pin, though this got her a retaliatory tummy slap almost immediately. Sanchez groaned, turned onto her side and drew both knees up in hopes of protecting that abused midsection. “That’s fine, cover up while you can, girl.” Macy’s ‘tude was making a swift comeback now that she had Soledad grounded by a sizzling case of Pink Belly. “You’ll be hotter than you ever imagined… and you’re not gonna like it one goddamned bit.”
Sanchez replied with a low curse that grew into a loud hiss when Renquist resumed the hair-hold and used it to force the luchadora to boot-leather. “Off the hair, Macy.” Merle coaxed. “You know you can’t--”
“Brat can’t strangle me on the ropes either.” the blonde snapped. “Didn’t stop her though, did it?”
Renquist did as ordered but immediately hunched over to hook her right arm between’s Soledad’s stems so she could muscle her across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. This arrangement didn’t last very long, at least not in its traditional arrangement because Macy whipped around on one foot and slung herself forward and down to THWHUMP Soledad flat against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
The Rolling Slam left Soledad stretched out in the middle of the ring, only now Renquist made no effort to secure a cover. Instead she got to her feet, grabbed hold of the brunette’s right ankle and pulled it away from her torso at a rather vulnerable angle. From there Macy helped herself to Sanchez’s left wrist and pulled that whole arm down, all the better to thread Soledad’s forearm into the pit of her own knee. Carefully shifting her left knee to keep steady pressure on her opponent’s left shin, Renquist collected Sanchez’s left ankle and wrist so she could repeat the previous preparations. When she was done the Slappin Sensation pushed / rolled Soledad onto her stomach, or rather her knees and one cheek, as that’s all that touched the mat thanks to the galling gaudiness of the Paradise Lock.
PARADISE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaLgvJtpvak
This particular example of a human knot always got an emphatic reaction from the crowd and the recipient, albeit for vastly different reasons. The former cheered wildly for the creative tawdriness of the arrangement while the latter could only rage over their near helplessness, something Soledad Sanchez did at the top of her lungs. “YOU TACKY GRINGA BYTCH, YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS!” she bellowed while trying to wriggle some slack into the trap. “YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST POSE ME LIKE THIS? I SWEAR I’M GONNA SPLASH YOU FROM ALL FOUR CORNERS, THEN TAKE YA ON A WALK OF SHAMAAAAAAHHHHH DAMMIT!”
Those spicy threats came to an abrupt end when Renquist strolled over (she’d retreated to the ropes to catch her breath shortly after the hold was applied) and laid a red right brand atop her opponent’s squirming flank! “What’re you gonna do, Sole-daddy?” she asked pleasantly.
“Gonna wear your gringa ass out, honey. Gonna make you forget all about Estrina’s pits when you’re trying to pull my boot outta your assEERRRRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Macy snatched herself a handful of tricolor and hiked it up between Soledad’s buns, thus ensuring there was practically nothing between palm and glute when the former met the latter with a cringe-inducing CRAAACK! The Beach Blaster was sorely tempted to wear out her shoulders slapping a submission from Soledad’s haunches, but there was something vaguely unsporting about smiting a defenseless target over and over and over again. Slap-warmed hands on her hips, Renquist cleared off a few steps, then asked, “All sassed out, cutie? Ready to behave?”
“Kiss my ass.” Soledad replied through gritted teeth. “You’ll never finish me like this.”
“Good.” Macy whipped around, ran the ropes and returned with a ferocious head of steam that into a high leap, the white-clad blonde seemingly pulling her knees up to her chin before pistoning her legs out full length to THWHUMP a vicious Hesitation Dropkick into her opponent’s exposed flank!
This bludgeoning broadside was more than enough to knock Soledad out of the Paradise Lock, indeed it rolled her to within less than a foot of the ropes on the other side of the squared circle. Sanchez realized this and reached for the bottom rope only to cry out in dismay when Macy caught on at shoulder and hip and yanked her away.
“Nothing for you out there, baby. Fight‘s right here.” Renquist chided the brunette as she dragged her to a seat and wrenched both arms behind her back in a Double Chickenwing.
“Fight’s wherever I take it, gringa.” Soledad countered, the brunette fighting to steady her footing while the blonde powered them to verticality.
“Oh, really? That why you were scurrying to the outside? Gonna call on some back-up to save your ERRGGHH NNNGGGHH!” Sanchez had no luck freeing her arms so she raised a foot and stamped on Macy’s toes, then followed up with a quick Headbutt that struck her opponent’s flush on the chin. Renquist let go without ceding much in the way of ground, so Soledad ‘rounded on her, laced both hands behind her head and tucked her noggin beneath the blonde’s jaw, thus ensuring another unpleasant oral jolt when she hopped up and dropped to her butt. Macy popped up on her heels, swayed on the spot and almost took a knee, giving Soledad more than enough time to vault over the ropes to the apron beyond. Turned back to the ring long before her feet touched down, Sanchez immediately hopped onto the top rope and from there out into the aether, la Capitan Caliente hurling herself through a sinuous full body twist that transformed into a high-altitude Spinning Heel Kick! The ‘twang’ of the ropes drew Macy’s attention upward, though this only ensured her a brief glimpse of an onrushing hurricane in the heartbeat before Soledad’s boot THWHACKED her flush in the face!
SPRINGBOARD SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S74DWiKzsI4
Renquist landed hard on the back of her head and shoulders, ankles somewhere north of her ears in an involuntary Matchbook. She didn’t get a chance to unfold before Sanchez pounced across those upturned haunches, the squashed blonde voicing a breathy ‘oooofffh’ that was completely overshadowed by the FAWNatics chanting along with Merle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Renquist bucked the luchadora off and tumbled onto one side, though she wasn’t able to do much more than that before Sanchez laid claim to blonde ponytail and hauled her to boot-leather. “You wanna kick me in the head when I’m defenseless, huh gringa? I can play that game too!” Soledad stuffed a Kneelift into Macy’s tummy, then slipped an arm between her legs and scooped her up Body Slam style. This arrangement proved heavy on the Body but light on the Slam, at least in the early going as the brunette kept her burden snugged in place while she walked over to the nearest corner and stuffed Renquist in against the turnbuckles. “Got you set up like the world’s dumpiest piñata, brat.” Sanchez chided after a little bit of work left Macy tied to the Tree of Woe. “I know you’re not gonna cough up any candy, but I bet I can hit you hard enough to make some quit pour out.”
“Nuuuhhh… not freaking likely.” Macy grumbled as she looked for some purchase to escape the awkward predicament. “You’re gonna run outta gas long before I do, cutiOFH! OOFH! OOFH!”
Soledad stuffed a trio of punches into the Floridian’s vulnerable belly and finished off with an overhand slap just because she could. “Stay right there, gringa.” Sanchez teased as she strutted toward the opposite corner. “I want to show you what a real Dropkick looks like.”
The Beach Blaster didn’t have much say in the issue, thus explaining Soledad’s grin when she reached her destination. Wheeling around with nothing in the way of preamble, she raced back the way she’d came, the Monterrey Aerialist covering the distance in a few galloping strides and one exceptionally high jump, Sanchez pulling her knees up to her chest before she straightened out and THWHAPPED her heels into Renquist’s exposed midriff!
TREE OF WOE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gz8d4I-CrDI
The Dropkick knocked Macy outta the Tree in a single stroke, the blonde hitting every branch on the way down en route to an awkward landing on one shoulder. Still grinning, Soledad collected her foe at wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaagged her well away from the ropes so there was no worry of a cheap escape when she dropped across Renquist’s tummy and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Beach Blaster shot an arm into the air with the softest of sighs between herself and defeat. “Sure about that gas tank of yours, gringa?” Sanchez asked. “Sounds like you’re running on empty to me.” No answer from the blonde, so Soledad prized Renquist off the mat and scooped her a second time, albeit for a far more traditional Body Slam. Making a point to step on, rather than over Macy as she headed to the corner, Sanchez went from canvas to top turnbuckle in a single leap, the nimble brunette twisting ‘round to face her target in mid-ascent. Arms spread wide once she’d risen to her full height, Soledad urged the crowd for more noise and was rewarded with an energetic ‘CAL-E-EN-TAY!’ chant from those assembled. Passions appropriately enflamed, Sanchez leapt into the lights for a sharp-descending somersault, the brunette tucking her head in tight as she divebombed down on--
Macy rolled toward the corner, leaving Soledad without a target for--
‘OOOOOHHH!’ from the crowd as Capitan Caliente adjusted at the last possible second to avoid the crash landing in favor of a graceful tuck ‘n roll! Bouncing up near the opposite corner without missing a beat, Sanchez whipped through an about face and raced at Macy, who was pushing off one knee. Soledad noted this and hopped up to get a foot on the blonde’s posted leg. A Shining Wizard seemed all but inevitable when Renquist stuffed her palms against the Luchadora’s tummy and launched her straight up with a huge skyward shove! Sanchez’s face registered surprise but not concern and another effortless adjustment ensured she’d land on her feet directly in front CRAAAAAACK!
The Slappin’ Sensation clouted her opponent’s cheek a millisecond before Soledad’s feet touched down which was still more than enough to put the brunette flat on her butt instead! Looming over the grounded grappler, Macy flipped hair out of her eyes, then grabbed Soledad by the ears and bounced a Kneelift off her forehead. “You should’ve stuck to Dropkicks, cutie.” Renquist huffed after she’d dragged Sanchez to her feet. “Because you were never going to win a slap fight with me.”
Too slap shocked to answer, Soledad could only groan as Macy snuggled in on her left flank and deftly collected the brunette’s head and left leg in an awkward standing cradle. With the back of her head wedged in tight to Soledad’s chest, Renquist swung her opponent to the right, then snapped left at full speed to THAWHUMP Sanchez down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of her mentor’s old Lightning Spiral.
LIGHTNING SPIRAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AiQSMETguQc
The Monterrey Aerialist stayed stacked up on her shoulders until Macy shoved her over onto her stomach in a glistening tangle of tawny limbs. She’d just registered the press of canvas when Renquist climbed aboard, the Beach Blaster quick to fold / trap the other wrestler’s left leg in a Figure-Four Scissors of sorts. Stretched out full length on Soledad’s back, Macy slipped her left arm beneath the brunette’s bicep to secure a Half Nelson, then cinched her right arm around Sanchez’s throat and bore down while simultaneously wreeeeeeeeeeenching back to complete the Renquisition!
“HHHHHRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!” Soledad rasped to shuddering life as the modified STF tried to pull her in several different directions at once. Denied one arm by that damned Half Nelson, Sanchez balanced on her remaining elbow to pull and worry at the blonde’s forearm with no noticeable results.
“Tap out.” Macy demanded as she tried to peel her opponent’s chest completely off the mat. “Unless you want to go from Muy Caliente to Muy Snuffed!”
“NUHH… NO CHANCE, GRINGA!” Soledad was reeeeeeeeeeeeeaching for the ropes now, though she Renquist’s pressing frame kept them maddeningly out of reach. “YOU’RE NEVER GONNA PUT THIS FIRE OOOOHHHH FAAAAAAAHHH STAAAAAAAAHP! STAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
Macy drew the knot that much tighter, finally forcing Soledad to slap the mat to end her suffering. Breaking her hold at the sound of the bell, the Beach Blaster straddled her foe’s hips and put her hands on Sanchez’s shoulders to make sure there was no question of winner and loser when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… MACY RENQUIST!”
Macy mussed Soledad’s hair for no particular reason, then stood up and ‘snapped’ her trunks tight against the slim curve of her hips.
“Told you I wouldn’t be at the back of the line for long.” she said to the camera. “Sooner or later I’ll be at the head again and when I do the champ… whoever she is, is gonna get her face slapped sideways.”