Post by hawkeye on Oct 5, 2020 0:16:01 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, representing Diamonds and Pearls, hailing from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, she stands at five feet four inches and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, she is pro-wrestling’s perfect Pearl… LUISA CAMPOS!”
LUISA CAMPOS:
The curtains parted as Pearls strode to front and center, the dark eyed brunette making it all of three steps before she started dressing down the dolts, dimwits and dipshyts that thought they could steal her oxygen. “Can’t you idiots do anything right?” she barked to everyone within the sound of her voice. “If you can’t manage a proper ovation the least you could do is sit on your hands in rapt f*cking silence!” This harangue didn’t earn her silence or respect, so Campos indulged in a deep, steadying breath and an upraised middle before she started toward the squared circle.
Overwhelmingly eager to prove her dominance despite the absence of one Marisol Ayala, Luisa treated herself to a pearlescent promenade, the Brazilian Bombshell moving slow enough to draw every eye on the aisle while still quick enough to avoid any sort of meaningful interaction with the jeering FAWNatics. For tonight’s long overdue match with the paperiest of paper champions, Luisa chose a sleek black velvet two-piece, cut high on the hips. Two sets of three strings of pearls descended from between the cups of the top, one set running underneath each breast before connecting back to the strap underneath the arm. The pads at knee and elbow were matte black, though her black boots were polished to a gleaming shine.
Reaching the foot of the ramp, Campos kindly suggested those assembled kiss her ass, then strode up the steps and out onto the apron, though she refused to enter until Al Carpenter came over and sat on the middle ropes. From there she went straight to the center of the ring to offer a smirk and a lingering single bicep flex for the hard camera. Capping her arrival with a hair flip and another disdainful middle finger, Luisa stomped to the far side of the ring and settled in against the turnbuckles to stare daggers toward the top of the stage.
Pearls was in the midst of verbally eviscerating some idiot wearing a Lily Burlingame tee-shirt when the Announcer began again, “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 the FAWN Light Heavyweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
The ‘Mania throng got loud, their energies pretty equally split between cheers or bellowing the ‘UH-OH’s!’ that marked the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’. Macy herself showed up a few seconds later, the svelte stunner brushing through the curtain with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket that was already open to display the gold she’d been defending since besting a certain Celestial Stunner way back at Heartbroken. This would be the Slappin’ Sensation’s seventh pay-per-view defense of the sub-125 strap and rest assured that familiarity had yet to breed contempt, indeed Macy only had eyes for Luisa Campos from the moment she came through the curtain to the time she headed down the aisle.
Her mood was understandable, considering the social media campaign Campos had run against her since the night after Slaybor Day. To put it bluntly, Luisa claimed that Renquist was a ‘Mania choke artist and went on to claim that she wouldn’t just embarrass, but downright humiliate the Beach Blaster if Macy actually had the guts to put her gold on the line on the biggest stage of ‘em all. Macy had delayed her answer for almost two weeks before agreeing, though that was strictly for form’s sake. She’d have accepted ANY challenger at ‘Mania because the memory of last year’s loss to Estrina still stung even though she’d had a hell of a 2020 thus far. Fate had decreed that Macy Renquist was never going to have an undefeated streak at Fawnamania, but tonight she was going to balance the ledger or die trying.
All these thoughts and more crossed Renquist’s mind as she traversed the aisle, hopped the apron and dipped through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and strengthened her fan base by doffing 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 Astonishing trainer. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Macy undid the belt one handed, hoisted it high and spun in a circle to make sure the whole arena, Luisa included, got a chance to admire the view. Winking when she stopped to face down the seething Bombshell, Renquist didn’t move a muscle until Al walked over to relieve of her of the LW gold.
“Better kiss it goodbye, Renquist.” Luisa cooed as Carpenter raised the belt for the approval of the FAWNatics. “You’ll never be this close to it again.”
“I have a better idea, Luisa. Why don’t you savor every moment of your ‘Mania moment? Because you’re not getting another one after tonight.”
Campos scoffed, Renquist brushed her off and Al ushered the blonde to her corner so he could go through the last of his pre-match ablutions.
Champion and challenger went straight for one another when the bell sounded, the urgency of their pace suggesting a great deal of animosity despite the fact they hadn’t so much as locked-up prior to this moment.
Offering her blonde a disdainful sneer as she reached the center of the ring, Luisa put her hands on her hips and noted, “Of all the counterfeit bad-asses I’ve seen slinking through the halls of this dump, you have to be the absolute worst, Renquist. I cannot tell you how much pleasure I’m going to take in wrecking your scrawny ass to add some gold to Diamonds & Pe--”
Macy straight chested into the brunette to rock her back a few steps, much to the delight of the buzzing crowd. “Fun fact, I don’t agree with Lily Burlingame on much of anything.” the Slappin’ Sensation held her ground when Campos returned the chest bump, indeed her smile grew noticeably wider once they were nose to nose. “But DAMN, if she didn’t make whooping your ass look like fun. Can’t wait to give you the ‘Mania spanking you so richly desERGH!”
Luisa raised a hand, pressed the heel of her palm to the side of Renquist’s face and pushed across in a nasty scuffing motion that almost bloodied the blonde’s bottom lip! “Spanking’s too good for trash like you.” Campos was hissing in Macy’s ear now, the Brazilian Bombshell eagerly laying out the humiliation that awaited her outmatched adversary. “I’m either going to SHRED your ugly face, or SMOTHER it into oblivion. Any preference, puNNGGGH!”
Renquist pushed her away with a short Shoulderblock, then followed it up with a CLAPPING Bytch Slap that raised a warm pink welt on Luisa’s startled mug. “My preference is that you stop talking and start fighting.” Campos could hear the smile on Renquist’s lips and it made her despise the blonde all the more. “Can we do that, Luisa? Or do you need to call Marisol down here to--”
Pearls reached up with both hands crooked into claws and sank them into the blonde’s chest. “This a good start, puta?” Campos rotated her wrists in opposite directions while squeezing a little harder. “We could always go back to talking if this is a little too rough for GRRH!”
Macy returned Pearls’ callous clamping with interest, the Floridian putting her considerable hand strength to good use in their catty contest. “That all you got?” Luisa’s upper lip was curled, but her tone was otherwise normal. “You trying to defend a title or round second base? Let me show you how it’s done!” She dug in, then pulled down and up, the black-clad brunette relishing the grimace on her opponent’s face.
“Oh, that’s how it’s done?” Macy sounded a little breathless, otherwise she betrayed no pain. “Shyt, I’ve been doing it wrong all these years. I always thought it was like this!” The Beach Blaster abruptly narrowed her focus to pincers for a round of twisting and pulling that had Pearls stamping in place as she shifted from foot to foot!
“That’s how you want it, slut?” No disguising the pain in Luisa’s voice now. “You got it!” Renquist gnashed her teeth as Campos began to twease in earnest. “Ask her!” Luisa called to Al after perhaps five seconds. “I can already see tears at the corners of her eyes, the little brat’s not gonna make OOOOOOHHHHH!”
Macy pulled up, forcing the challenger onto tiptoe. “I’m doing fine, honey. But how’re you doing? Sounds like I’m hearing a little panic in OOOFFFHHH!”
Luisa slipped her right foot around behind Renquist’s left heel and plowed forward to take both ladies to the mat with Pearls landing astride the blonde’s waist in a rough straddle. Abandoning her pincers for a healthy double handful of Macy’s hair, Luisa bounced the back of her foe’s skull against the mat three or four times before she halved that grip and delivered half a dozen heavy slaps to Renquist’s face! “I LOVE SLAPPIN’ YOUR FACE, BEEYOTCH!” the brunette barked down at the struggling champion. “Almost as much as I love tearing it apart.”
Pearls emphasized these unkind words by dragging her hooked fingers down from Renquist’s temple to the edge of her jawline. She repeated this sadistic scoring half a dozen times and could’ve easily doubled it if Macy hadn’t kicked her legs up and slipped them under the Brazilian Bombshell’s armpits. A single convulsive squeeze should’ve led to a ground bound Sunset Flip, but Renquist torqued her hips sideways rather than backward, meaning Campos tumbled onto her stomach with Macy squirming her way into a seat in the small of the brunette’s back.
Bare feet planted flat, Renquist hunched forward, grabbed hold of Luisa’s left ankle and wrenched the whole limb up so she wedge the captured extremity under her right armpit. Slapping her left hand against Pearls’ strained left thigh added a little more ’oomph’ to the Half Crab, as did Macy’s adjusted seat only a few inches below the brunette’s shoulders. “Trying to tear a girl’s face off is just rude, Luisa. Even in a wrestling match. Guess I need to show you the error of your ways by touching your toes to the back of your head!”
Beneath her, Campos scrabbled at the mat without finding any reach purchase. Incensed by the lack of success, she twisted her hips as best she could and reached back with one hand, first to raaaaaaaake Macy’s back, then to snatch hold of the champ’s hair. “Let me go, puta.” Pearls demanded even as her own grip forced Renquist to look into the rafters. “Let me go or I’ll scalp you right here and NNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
Al would’ve forced Campos to break the hair-hold if the Beach Blaster hadn’t beaten him to it by second or two. Sliding back a few inches farther loosened the brunette’s grip considerably and Macy finished it off by molding her left hand into a shallow scoop that she promptly SMACKED against Pearls’ backside no less than half a dozen times! “Ask her!” Renquist called to the ref once Luisa’s grip fell away. “Rumor has it that Pearls doesn’t like to be spanked… if there’s an audience present!”
“Don’t you say a f*cking word.” Campos warned the lanky official. “Puta isn’t gonna make me do a goddamned thNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!” Macy paddled Brazilian backside with several more slaps, then palmed the brunette’s left knee and craaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Half Crab harder than ever. “FAAAAAAHHH!” Luisa strapped both arms around her head to stifle the groans, but it didn’t do a damned thing for her place in the ring.
“What do you say, Luisa?” Al asked as the ‘TAP!’ chants started in the cheap seats and rolled toward the front. “Do you need me to call it?”
“No.” Campos answered with none of her usual snark. Dismissing Al before he could bother her with another stupid question, she pressed her palms to the mat and pushed up high enough to get her chest and belly on the match. The strain in her back and knee grew much worse, yet Pearls endured because it allowed her to scrabble and claw her way into the--“ROPES!” Luisa barked the instant she crooked an arm around the bottom strand. “GET HER THE HELL OFF ME, CARPAAARRRHH!”
Renquist used every bit of the ‘FOUR!’ count to sit on the back of Campos’ head, the Beach Blaster doing her best to remove her opponent’s left leg from the equation. Breaking her grip with one second remaining, Macy stood up and strolled away, the blonde offering the crowd a satisfied smile as she ‘snapped’ her trunks taut against her hips.
As for Luisa, she rolled over and scooted into a seat against the ropes with that tweaked left knee pulled up snug to her chest. “Nasty puta!” Campos hissed at the stalking blonde. “You’re gonna pay for that! No one treats me like trash and gets away with it!”
Macy smirked. “Watch your mouth, Luisa. I put trash where it belongs. You? I’ll leave you scattered wherever the hell I please!”
Pearls extended both hands to beckon the blonde forward, though she made no effort to stand. “Is that right, poseur? Come over here and try!”
Macy wasn’t about to refuse a challenge from a mouthy brunette, so she juked around Al and closed on Luisa in a few long strides. Drawing back as the champion approached, Luisa hooked her arms over the middle strands to keep herself properly anchored while she lashed out with kick after kick aimed at the blonde’s knees. Renquist slapped a couple aside, blocked a few more, then caught Luisa’s left ankle in both hands and began to twisssssssssst her boot like she meant to turn it around backwards!
“Cheap slut!” Campos snarled. “Get your grubby hands off of meAAARRHHH!”
Macy wrenched Pearls’ foot that much farther, earning a loud yowl from the challenger. “Wait, did I hear you wrong?” I could have sworn you told me to come over here and NNNGGGHH!”
The Brazilian Bombshell pumped her right heel into Macy’s left thigh once, twice, three times, the last shot freeing Luisa’s foot while simultaneously knocking the blonde off balance. Renquist stumbled awkwardly but would’ve caught herself just fine if Campos hadn’t grabbed hold of the champ’s waistband and yanked her into a short throat-first descent onto the second rope! There was a ‘twang’ followed by some ugly rasping from Macy as she bounced away in a woozy somersault that left her on all fours near the middle of the squared circle.
Scrambling to her feet as soon as she’d tossed Macy into strands, Luisa bided her time until Renquist made it mostly to her feet. Then she bounced into the rubber-coated steel and ran down the flummoxed Floridian, Campos snatching a double handful of hair a heartbeat before she hopped up and dropped to her knees to THWHUNK the back of Macy’s noggin into the thinly-sheathed plywood!
RUNNING MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TdH26QJDEE
Groaning softly in the wake of that rough collision, Renquist tapped her heels against the mat while Luisa made a show of plucking some strands of hair from her palms. “And just like that the façade wears off and the trash shines through.” Pearls taunted the Slappin’ Sensation once she’d returned to verticality. “Let’s scrape off the rest, that ok puta?” It most certainly wasn’t, alas Macy’s denial was interrupted with a quick, mean stomp to the pit of her blonde’s stomach. When Renquist sat up to clutch at her roiled stomach, Campos helped herself to a double handful of hair and yanked her to hands and knees for the sole purpose of marching / dragging her to the nearest set of strands. “Yeah that’s right, stay right where you belong!” Luisa pulled Macy’s head over the second rope, then dropped to one knee and reached up from beneath the strand to clasp a Three Quarters Facelock across the back of her skull.
“Scream for me, loser!” Campos barked as she puuuuuuuulled down on Renquist’s head to throttle her against the rope. “C’mon puta, tell these people how much you love Diamonds & Pearls!” Oxygen deprivation made it impossible for Macy to comply with the demand, though she did gouge a few short elbows into the brunette’s flank. These were spirited, but not enough to end the challenger’s throttling.
That duty fell to Al Carpenter when he strode over to the action and said, “All right Luisa, get her up and off the ropes.”
He’d already had a hand raised for the count and was thus genuinely surprised when Pearls did as bade without so much a word of sass. The referee was about to offer a word of commendation when Campos swung a leg over the penitent blonde’s shoulders and settled into a snug mount on the back of Macy’s head. Hands clasped around the top rope, Luisa crossed her ankles and leaned back on her domineering mount. “Dang it Luisa, I told you to get her out of the ropes!” Al lamented as the brunette poured on the pressure with a rope-assisted Standing Headscissors. “Oh I will, dork.” Campos confirmed with a sickly sweet smile. “Just as soon as you give me my count!”
ROPE HUNG STANDING HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVSbfaREOHo
Carpenter didn’t waste any time rolling his eyes, he simply tolled off the “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Luisa disengaged from the Headscissors and made a point to drive the curve of her hip into the side of Macy’s head as she sauntered away. “Happy now?” she sniffed to the official in the midst of making some minor adjustments to her togs.
“I’ll be happier when I don’t have to remind you of the rules every goddamned time.” Al replied without missing a beat.
“Ohhh boo hoo.” Luisa scoffed. “Here, you need something to make you feel better? Just shut up and watch.”
Campos headed back to Renquist, buried both hands in the blonde’s hair and peeled her out of the ropes. Of course Al started to make another count, that Pearls ignored in favor of wrapping the champ’s locks around her throat in a sort of flaxen garrote. The set-up brought Carpenter to ‘THREE’, meaning Luisa still had a full second to twist ‘round back-to-back with the champ and drop to her butt to damn near whip Macy’s head off her shoulders with a nasty Hangman’s Neckbreaker!
HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=27cYbPg4pcY
Bounced to a seat by the residual impact, Renquist offered no meaningful protest when Campos palmed her shoulders and spread her out on the mat, all the better for Luisa to scoot forward and sit down on her opponent’s chest. Hands pressed to Macy’s gulping tummy, Pearls swiped her tush across the Floridian’s tits while Al and the FAWNatics counted the…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist got both hands against Luisa’s rump and shoved her aside with a full second to spare.
“Keep your hands to yourself, idiot!” Campos swatted Macy’s tits, then jabbed an index finger under her nose to emphasize the point. “Better yet, keep your hands at your sides until you’re ready to tap the mat!”
Snatching the Beach Blaster by the nape of the neck, Luisa got to her feet and forced Renquist to do the same for as long as it took to double her over with a rude Toe Kick. With Macy’s head level with her hip, Pearls slapped on a Front Facelock, then slung the blonde’s near arm across her shoulders and hooked onto Renquist’s trunks with her free hand. Tugging those togs up to bare some of the champ’s rump, Campos dropped her hips and popped off a quick bridge to plant Macy on the deck courtesy of a Vertical Suplex.
Luisa could’ve floated over for a cover, instead she kicked her legs up and rolled onto her stomach so she could drag the both of ‘em back to start. Second verse was same as the first, perhaps with a bit more ‘oomph!’ on the Suplex. Another kick ‘n roll brought them back to verticality where Pearls gave up her trunk grip to hook Renquist behind the left knee in a tight standing cradle. Squirming to life as the brunette bore down, Macy balled her right hand into a fist and pounded a few shots into the challenger’s ribs. Luisa sneered, set her feet and popped her hips to THWHUMP Renquist to the canvas with a beautiful Fisherman’s Suplex! Bridging up on tiptoes to keep the champion glued in place, Campos nodded along with Carpenter’s count of…
ROLLING VERTICALS & FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGEvOLjt6vs
ONE…
TWO…
THN--“NNGGHHH!”
Macy’s slaps did what her fist could not, namely break Pearls’ grip with almost a full second to spare.
Luisa hissed in disgust, but rather than waste time glaring at Al she spun into a mount and snatched hold of the blonde’s hair. “Wanna slap me, puta?” The Brazilian Bombshell yanked Macy’s head off the mat, flattened her other hand into a paddle and let loose with a barrage of quick, hard slaps! “This is how you do it! And this is what you get for trying to f*ck with NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Macy couldn’t block Campos’ slaps, so she pumped her right knee into Luisa’s lower back until the pace slowed enough for her to catch hold of the brunette’s slappin’ wrist. Soon as that was done she kicked her legs up, slipped them around Pearls’ waist and rolled forward to stack the other lightweight on her back with a quick Sunset Flip!
This was more of a way to disrupt the brunette’s mount rather than a counter-pin as far as Renquist was concerned. Good thing too because Luisa somersaulted her way loose of the Flip to return to verticality, the perfect platform from which to unleash a Buzzsaw Kick at the side of her opponent’s he-- Macy stretched herself out flat to avoid the ‘whicking’ strike, then sat up, hooked an arm through the brunette’s thighs and pulled her to the canvas with a Schoolgirl Roll-Up that was heavy on the roll, seeing as how Pearls tumbled out of it to wind up on all fo-- CRAAACK!
The Slappin’ Sensation more earned that moniker courtesy of a righteous Forehand Bytch Slap set Luisa back on her haunches with one hand pressed to her stingin’ face while the other pushed feebly at the champ’s chest. Macy paid this defense no attention, she simply reached over it to catch a double handful of hair en route to hauling both lightweights to their feet. Eschewing the standard Double Underhook in favor of a Single combined with a Front Facelock, Macy pumped half a dozen Kneelifts into Campos’ breadbasket, then got low and snapped off a bridge of her own with a heavy Half Hatch Suplex!
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZFpKVXC_LY
Where Pearls rolled over, Renquist rolled through, the svelte blonde dropping into a snug seat that let her cra-cra-cra-CRAAACK a whole flurry of slaps offa Campos’ cheek and chest.
“BYTCH!” Luisa shouted from behind a guard she assembled after soaking up several hard swats. “GET YOUR GODDAMNED HANDS OFFA ME!”
Much more confident with her knees digging into the Brazilian’s tawny flanks, Renquist tucked some hair behind her ears before she grabbed hold of Luisa’s wrists and slowly but surely prized Pearls’ defenses apart.
“F*cking puta! Keep that nasty ass away! Feels like a sack of wet mice!” Campos couldn’t wrest her hands free so she jammed a couple knees into the Floridian’s butt in the hopes of jostling her loose the same way Macy had done to her. Alas Renquist only scooted forward enough to plant her knees on the challenger’s biceps.
“Better be nice to my ass, Pearls.” Renquist tapped the tip of Luisa’s nose, then gave it a pinch and a little squeeze. “Mouth off too much and you’ll have to kiss and make-up.”
Campos continued to wriggle and writhe, the brunette inching one shoulder or the other off the mat with enough regularity to keep Al from bothering to try for a count.
Didn’t bother Macy either, indeed she looked quite pleased as she flattened out her hands and began to slap Luisa’s mug from side to side. “THIS is how you slap a bytch, Pearls.” Renquist explained to her pink-featured foe. “Not that petulant, limp-wristed sorority sister shyt you were boring me with earlier. That reminds me,” the Beach Blaster caught a fistful of hair, cranked Campos’ head back and SLAPPED her once, twice, three times. “You gonna give up?”
“To you? Not f*cking likely.” Luisa grumbled once she’d made sure her jaw wasn’t knocked outta joint. “So you might as well EEERRRHHH!”
Happy to remind the challenger that her hands could do more than slap, Macy curled her hands into claws and sank them into the curves of Luisa’s breasts! “What, did you think I was gonna let you up?” Renquist giggled. “Honey, if you want outta here you’re gonna have to earn--”
Campos shifted hard to the right and pulled her left arm out from under the blonde’s grinding knee. Much as she wanted to maul the loser’s rack for this galling treatment, Luisa stretched her free arm high overhead and after a few rough lunges she managed to catch hold of the bottom rope. “BREAK! BREAK! BREAK!” Pearls shrieked to Carpenter as she shook the strand as hard as she could.
Macy held the mount ‘til ‘THREE!’, then stood up and put a little forget me not stomp into Campos’ belly to give her something else to whine (read: wheeze) about while the lightweight champ strutted away to bask in the warm roar of the FAWNatics.
Infuriated by the chants of ‘MACY! MACY!’ (or perhaps by the fact that the blonde seemed to have dismissed her) Luisa used the ropes to reach her feet and provide a little extra speed when she launched herself at the Slappin’ Sensation. A good strategy for sure, though announcing herself via a furious shriek was less so. Quite a bit less so in fact, as the warning gave Macy more than enough time to swing beneath the challenger’s Clothesline and whip ‘round into position on her six. “Too slow, cupcake!” Renquist pecked a kiss off the other wrestler’s cheek, then caught Luisa’s arms at the elbow with a Double Chickenwing and trapped them behind her back with a single sharp tug. Eyes going wide as she realized the trouble she was in, Campos kicked her left foot forward for what might’ve been a Mule Kick if Renquist hadn’t taken her up over and down onto the back of her head and shoulders via a perfect Tiger Suplex. That stripy menace left Pearls folded in half and Al diving in alongside to count the…
TIGER SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYN6bjgKvnw
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Luisa kicked out of the cover but couldn’t escape the Chickenwing, as evidenced by her frustrated grunt when she rolled to a seat with her arms still trapped. “F*ckin’ get OFF ME!” she barked. Macy cranked the brunette’s arms a little tighter.
“Make me, putRRRRGHH!”
Campos drove her head backward and actually cackled when she struck the bridge of Renquist’s nose. The Headbutt let her tear away from the Chickenwing, though her freedom was short-lived because Macy caught her in a Waistlock so tight it might’ve been a reverse Bear Hug. Still, Luisa got to her feet with Macy clinging on tight and-- Macy halved the Waistlock to catch Pearls’ left wrist in her right hand.
“NO!” Not about to let the little blonde snot make her a Bytch at ‘Mania, Luisa STAMPED on the champion’s bare toes as hard as she could! Goin’ around behind the instant she was free, Campos pinned the Beach Blaster’s left arm overhead in a Half Nelson and-- “OOOWWW!”
Macy repaid Pearls with a foot stomp of her own, then barreled toward the edge of the ring where she ultimately cinched her free arm around the top rope. “Ropes, bytch.” Renquist rasped. “Now back off and stop panting in my OOOOOOHHHHH FAHK!”
Luisa affixed her right hand to the center of Macy’s white trunks and squeeeeeeeeeezed until the fidgeting Floridian shifting from foot to foot! The catty Reach Around effectively neutralized Macy’s grip on the ropes, thus allowing Campos to walk-waddle the both of ‘em back to the middle of the squared circle. “Ask her!” Pearls demanded of the official as she continued to rummage and gouge in the blonde’s briefs.
“What do you say, Macy? Had enough?” Al did as bade, though he made sure to keep clear of her tangled charges.
“Huuhh… hell no.” the champ groaned. “Truth is, Luisa’s grip is as weak as the rest of her gamAAAARRRRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Pearls turned the claw into an Inverted Wedgie that rode high enough to put the Slappin’ Sensation up on tiptoes! It also meant she was quite defenseless when Campos switched over to a much more legal (albeit no less dangerous) grip on her waistband to THWHUMP Renquist down on the back of her head and shoulders to complete the neck-wrecking Reach Around. Now it was Luisa’s turn to show off her bridge game, the brunette pushed up high as she could go to ensure Macy didn’t kick out before the…
REACH AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpMByUGencU
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Renquist slopped loose of the Matchbook to save herself from an 0-2 start to her ‘Mania career.
At least for the moment, it wasn’t long before Luisa rolled her onto her back and crawled down to the blonde’s wrapped feet. Claiming one in each hand, Pearls got to her feet facing away from the groggy grappler. From there she sank into a crouch and locked her hands to ensure Macy’s legs weren’t going anywhere without her permission. Rising to her full height shortly thereafter, Luisa turned the blonde onto her stomach and stepped over so she had a foot planted beside Renquist’s hips.
Woozy but far from unaware, Macy kept her elbows in nice and close to her torso as she began to crawl toward the ro-“OOWW!” The Beach Blaster yelped in pain and anger when Pearls bent down and scored her back from shoulders to buttock.
“C’mon puta.” Campos growled. “You were so eager to gimme those hands earlier, don’t hold back now.”
Macy shook her head ‘no’, the vulnerable battler clearly willing to endure some more scratching to stay out of the Pendulum Swing. “Yuh, you only get ‘em when I say, honey.” Renquist explained. “And right now you’re not getting shyt from AARRRRRRHHHH! HAIR! HAIR, AL! HAIR!”
Far too impatient to waste time shredding her prey’s six, Luisa buried both hands in Macy’s hair and used that flaxen tether to wrench the champion’s spine backward in a painful arch! No keeping her hands close now, Renquist scrabbled at the mat for freedom and when that didn’t work she grabbed hold of Campos’ wrists in the hopes of keeping herself grounded. Unfortunately the extra support did just the opposite, allowing Luisa to gather her strength and muscle the blubbering blonde’s bent bod off the canvas by a full six inches!
PENDULUM SWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=naf7rRIJFLg
The Hair-Pull Pendulum Swing was an agonizing hold, one that would’ve almost certainly secured a surrender in a No DQ or Falls Count Anywhere environment. However this contest was neither and so it wasn’t long before Carpenter warned, “Off the hair, Luisa.”
“Make me, idiot!”
“One! Two! Three! Four!”
Pearls rocked back on her heels at ‘FOUR!’, then pushed down and let loose to add that much more spite to the THWHUMP of Renquist’s return to the canvas. Macy gurgled and curled into a fetal ball instead of rolling onto her back so rather than waste time delaying a cover Luisa went right back to the hair and used it to haul her prey to verticality. Setting off to the nearest corner before Al could whine to her about the hair-hold, Campos quickly picked up her pace so she was almost running by the time she BWUNGED the Floridian’s forehead offa the top turnbuckle.
Macy sagged without going down, so Luisa laced her hands to the back of the champ’s noggin and scruuuuuuuuuuuubbed her face back ‘n forth until the squealin’ sensation twisted around of her own accord.
“That’s right, turn around and get a good look at the next Lightweight Champion!”
Campos smacked her foe’s face to get her attention only to double over and stuff a Shoulderblock in her belly when she had it! Cinching her blonde around the upper thighs, Luisa lifted her into a seat on the top buckle, then climbed onto the second rope and wedged Macy’s head beneath her left arm so she could butterfly both arms in a snug Double Underhook. “Get used to it, nerds!” the brunette called to everyone within the sound of her voice even as she taunted and teased them with a slow hip waggle. “The era of Diamonds and Pearls and Gold is about to begin!”
The FAWNatics begged to differ, albeit with no measurable success considering that Luisa suffered no interference when she yanked Macy from her perch and dropped backward through the aether to THA-WHAM Renquist down in the center of the squared circle as the victim of an Avalanche Butterfly Suplex! Pearls’ landing wasn’t without some aches and pains of its own, but they were nothing compared to the spasms that were still wracking Macy’s frame when the challenger crawled into a Crossbody and pulled the far leg up tight for the…
AVALANCHE BUTTERFLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Orz-JWT9QEI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Macy shot an arm into the air, breaking the pin to the delight of everyone save Luisa Campos and (presumably) Marisol Ayala.
“All right puta, that’s enough! That’s f*cking enough!” the brunette passed on her usual hair-grip in favor of a nasty claw ‘smecked’ atop the Beach Blaster’s pained features. Catching hold of a shoulder-strap in her other hand, Luisa returned to boot-leather and pulled Macy up alongside so she could slip ‘round behind and trap Renquist’s right arm over her head in a Half Nelson.
“FAAAAAAHHHK!” Macy wailed to the rafters when Campos tweased her right nipple like a radio dial, but thoughts of a second Reach Around faded when Pearls abandoned the titty twister in favor of a much more technically sound Chickenwing. With Macy’s arms thus occupied, Luisa settled into a crouch and popped her hiNO!
The blonde threaded her right leg around Campos’, anchoring her to the challenger in defense against the Pearl Neckcrash. Luisa snorted, twisted her leg loose and-- Renquist hooked her other leg, again denying the sadistic head drop. Any relief the Renquisitors might’ve felt vanished the moment Campos leaned in close and chomped down on their heroine’s left earlobe! Macy shrieked once more, but damned if she didn’t abandon her defenses until Luisa slammed a good half dozen Kneelifts into her squirming backside.
Spitting out the blonde’s ear so she could plant a domineering kiss on her temple, Campos hissed, “I’m gonna look GREAT in that title, puta. And you’re gonna look even better in a f*cking neck bracOOOOOWWW SHYT!”
With her arms temporarily removed from the match, Macy abruptly leaned back into the Brazilian Bombshell to ensure Luisa had braced her feet when the Slappin’ Sensation hopped up and STAMPED both bare heels down on the challenger’s toes!
Luisa’s hooks gave out and she stumbled into several fencepost holes as she fought to reclaim her equilibrium. She’d *just* started to steady out when Renquist whipped around on her six and, in what was becoming a bit of a theme for these two, caught her rival’s arm (the left one this time) in a Half Nelson. The other caught a Waistlock half a heartbeat before Macy muscled the brunette off her feet and-- dropped to a seat to THWHUMP Pearls’ tailbone against the thinly-sheathed canvas! Luisa’s groan gave way to a frantic gargle when Renquist transitioned from her Waistlock to a Sleeper grip around the brunette’s exposed throat. Just like that the Katahajime was locked in place far away from the ropes, yet Campos’ plight grew all the more dire when the Beach Blaster rolled her onto her stomach and climbed into a seat on her lower back with the hold still in place.
KATAHAJIME:[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8I96O5Xnntg
“HHRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!” Luisa stopped reaching for the ropes and started clawing at her opponent’s forearm hard enough to raise immediate pink welts.
Macy shook her head ‘no’, reefed back on the trapped left arm and bore down with her right arm to give Campos’ face a nasty red flush in exchange for those stinging welts. “Give up.” Macy slammed her butt into the small of Luisa’s back to put even more strain on her already aching back. “Give up or go out, Campos.”
“NNNNRRRRHH! NO! NOOOOOOHHHRRRRRRK!” Luisa’s face was quite red and heading toward purple, but the challenger wouldn’t stop squirming in the general direction of-- Macy rolled out of the mount and onto her back, the tenacious blonde using her lissome legs for a single gut-crushing squeeze before she hooked her ankles in behind Pearls’ heels and wrenched her stems apart in a Double-Leg Grapevine! “Aaaaaaaawwwwwwww faaaaaaaaaaaaahk!” Campos’ wail of agony sounded more like a tired wheeze, she just didn’t have the breath to properly express the hurt.
“Not letting go, baby.” Renquist explained. “Not letting go until you tell them you’ve had enou--”
Luisa reached down and slapped the blonde’s bicep until Carpenter turned away to call for the bell. “Give.” she gasped. “I f*cking give!”
“That’s right you do.” Macy agreed over the clang of the bell. “Let’s savor this moment, can we? Listen, listen now!”
Luisa hissed, her pretty features a mixture of wrath and despair as the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
The Hero of the Renquistition let loose and shoved Campos away into a facedown sprawl while she got to her feet and accepted the gold from Al Carpenter. Holding it two-handed, Macy raised her title overhead and planted one wrapped foot between Luisa’s shoulders.
“Step up or step aside.” Renquist told the camera when it zoomed in for a better view. “Because you’re looking at the standardbearer for the Lightweight wrestling and I plan to lead this division for a long, long time.”
The champ tipped everyone a wink, strapped the gold around her waist and blew a goodbye kiss to Luisa only to slap it against her backside as she set off on her first ever ‘Mania victory lap.
LUISA CAMPOS:
The curtains parted as Pearls strode to front and center, the dark eyed brunette making it all of three steps before she started dressing down the dolts, dimwits and dipshyts that thought they could steal her oxygen. “Can’t you idiots do anything right?” she barked to everyone within the sound of her voice. “If you can’t manage a proper ovation the least you could do is sit on your hands in rapt f*cking silence!” This harangue didn’t earn her silence or respect, so Campos indulged in a deep, steadying breath and an upraised middle before she started toward the squared circle.
Overwhelmingly eager to prove her dominance despite the absence of one Marisol Ayala, Luisa treated herself to a pearlescent promenade, the Brazilian Bombshell moving slow enough to draw every eye on the aisle while still quick enough to avoid any sort of meaningful interaction with the jeering FAWNatics. For tonight’s long overdue match with the paperiest of paper champions, Luisa chose a sleek black velvet two-piece, cut high on the hips. Two sets of three strings of pearls descended from between the cups of the top, one set running underneath each breast before connecting back to the strap underneath the arm. The pads at knee and elbow were matte black, though her black boots were polished to a gleaming shine.
Reaching the foot of the ramp, Campos kindly suggested those assembled kiss her ass, then strode up the steps and out onto the apron, though she refused to enter until Al Carpenter came over and sat on the middle ropes. From there she went straight to the center of the ring to offer a smirk and a lingering single bicep flex for the hard camera. Capping her arrival with a hair flip and another disdainful middle finger, Luisa stomped to the far side of the ring and settled in against the turnbuckles to stare daggers toward the top of the stage.
Pearls was in the midst of verbally eviscerating some idiot wearing a Lily Burlingame tee-shirt when the Announcer began again, “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 the FAWN Light Heavyweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
The ‘Mania throng got loud, their energies pretty equally split between cheers or bellowing the ‘UH-OH’s!’ that marked the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’. Macy herself showed up a few seconds later, the svelte stunner brushing through the curtain with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket that was already open to display the gold she’d been defending since besting a certain Celestial Stunner way back at Heartbroken. This would be the Slappin’ Sensation’s seventh pay-per-view defense of the sub-125 strap and rest assured that familiarity had yet to breed contempt, indeed Macy only had eyes for Luisa Campos from the moment she came through the curtain to the time she headed down the aisle.
Her mood was understandable, considering the social media campaign Campos had run against her since the night after Slaybor Day. To put it bluntly, Luisa claimed that Renquist was a ‘Mania choke artist and went on to claim that she wouldn’t just embarrass, but downright humiliate the Beach Blaster if Macy actually had the guts to put her gold on the line on the biggest stage of ‘em all. Macy had delayed her answer for almost two weeks before agreeing, though that was strictly for form’s sake. She’d have accepted ANY challenger at ‘Mania because the memory of last year’s loss to Estrina still stung even though she’d had a hell of a 2020 thus far. Fate had decreed that Macy Renquist was never going to have an undefeated streak at Fawnamania, but tonight she was going to balance the ledger or die trying.
All these thoughts and more crossed Renquist’s mind as she traversed the aisle, hopped the apron and dipped through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and strengthened her fan base by doffing 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 Astonishing trainer. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Macy undid the belt one handed, hoisted it high and spun in a circle to make sure the whole arena, Luisa included, got a chance to admire the view. Winking when she stopped to face down the seething Bombshell, Renquist didn’t move a muscle until Al walked over to relieve of her of the LW gold.
“Better kiss it goodbye, Renquist.” Luisa cooed as Carpenter raised the belt for the approval of the FAWNatics. “You’ll never be this close to it again.”
“I have a better idea, Luisa. Why don’t you savor every moment of your ‘Mania moment? Because you’re not getting another one after tonight.”
Campos scoffed, Renquist brushed her off and Al ushered the blonde to her corner so he could go through the last of his pre-match ablutions.
Champion and challenger went straight for one another when the bell sounded, the urgency of their pace suggesting a great deal of animosity despite the fact they hadn’t so much as locked-up prior to this moment.
Offering her blonde a disdainful sneer as she reached the center of the ring, Luisa put her hands on her hips and noted, “Of all the counterfeit bad-asses I’ve seen slinking through the halls of this dump, you have to be the absolute worst, Renquist. I cannot tell you how much pleasure I’m going to take in wrecking your scrawny ass to add some gold to Diamonds & Pe--”
Macy straight chested into the brunette to rock her back a few steps, much to the delight of the buzzing crowd. “Fun fact, I don’t agree with Lily Burlingame on much of anything.” the Slappin’ Sensation held her ground when Campos returned the chest bump, indeed her smile grew noticeably wider once they were nose to nose. “But DAMN, if she didn’t make whooping your ass look like fun. Can’t wait to give you the ‘Mania spanking you so richly desERGH!”
Luisa raised a hand, pressed the heel of her palm to the side of Renquist’s face and pushed across in a nasty scuffing motion that almost bloodied the blonde’s bottom lip! “Spanking’s too good for trash like you.” Campos was hissing in Macy’s ear now, the Brazilian Bombshell eagerly laying out the humiliation that awaited her outmatched adversary. “I’m either going to SHRED your ugly face, or SMOTHER it into oblivion. Any preference, puNNGGGH!”
Renquist pushed her away with a short Shoulderblock, then followed it up with a CLAPPING Bytch Slap that raised a warm pink welt on Luisa’s startled mug. “My preference is that you stop talking and start fighting.” Campos could hear the smile on Renquist’s lips and it made her despise the blonde all the more. “Can we do that, Luisa? Or do you need to call Marisol down here to--”
Pearls reached up with both hands crooked into claws and sank them into the blonde’s chest. “This a good start, puta?” Campos rotated her wrists in opposite directions while squeezing a little harder. “We could always go back to talking if this is a little too rough for GRRH!”
Macy returned Pearls’ callous clamping with interest, the Floridian putting her considerable hand strength to good use in their catty contest. “That all you got?” Luisa’s upper lip was curled, but her tone was otherwise normal. “You trying to defend a title or round second base? Let me show you how it’s done!” She dug in, then pulled down and up, the black-clad brunette relishing the grimace on her opponent’s face.
“Oh, that’s how it’s done?” Macy sounded a little breathless, otherwise she betrayed no pain. “Shyt, I’ve been doing it wrong all these years. I always thought it was like this!” The Beach Blaster abruptly narrowed her focus to pincers for a round of twisting and pulling that had Pearls stamping in place as she shifted from foot to foot!
“That’s how you want it, slut?” No disguising the pain in Luisa’s voice now. “You got it!” Renquist gnashed her teeth as Campos began to twease in earnest. “Ask her!” Luisa called to Al after perhaps five seconds. “I can already see tears at the corners of her eyes, the little brat’s not gonna make OOOOOOHHHHH!”
Macy pulled up, forcing the challenger onto tiptoe. “I’m doing fine, honey. But how’re you doing? Sounds like I’m hearing a little panic in OOOFFFHHH!”
Luisa slipped her right foot around behind Renquist’s left heel and plowed forward to take both ladies to the mat with Pearls landing astride the blonde’s waist in a rough straddle. Abandoning her pincers for a healthy double handful of Macy’s hair, Luisa bounced the back of her foe’s skull against the mat three or four times before she halved that grip and delivered half a dozen heavy slaps to Renquist’s face! “I LOVE SLAPPIN’ YOUR FACE, BEEYOTCH!” the brunette barked down at the struggling champion. “Almost as much as I love tearing it apart.”
Pearls emphasized these unkind words by dragging her hooked fingers down from Renquist’s temple to the edge of her jawline. She repeated this sadistic scoring half a dozen times and could’ve easily doubled it if Macy hadn’t kicked her legs up and slipped them under the Brazilian Bombshell’s armpits. A single convulsive squeeze should’ve led to a ground bound Sunset Flip, but Renquist torqued her hips sideways rather than backward, meaning Campos tumbled onto her stomach with Macy squirming her way into a seat in the small of the brunette’s back.
Bare feet planted flat, Renquist hunched forward, grabbed hold of Luisa’s left ankle and wrenched the whole limb up so she wedge the captured extremity under her right armpit. Slapping her left hand against Pearls’ strained left thigh added a little more ’oomph’ to the Half Crab, as did Macy’s adjusted seat only a few inches below the brunette’s shoulders. “Trying to tear a girl’s face off is just rude, Luisa. Even in a wrestling match. Guess I need to show you the error of your ways by touching your toes to the back of your head!”
Beneath her, Campos scrabbled at the mat without finding any reach purchase. Incensed by the lack of success, she twisted her hips as best she could and reached back with one hand, first to raaaaaaaake Macy’s back, then to snatch hold of the champ’s hair. “Let me go, puta.” Pearls demanded even as her own grip forced Renquist to look into the rafters. “Let me go or I’ll scalp you right here and NNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
Al would’ve forced Campos to break the hair-hold if the Beach Blaster hadn’t beaten him to it by second or two. Sliding back a few inches farther loosened the brunette’s grip considerably and Macy finished it off by molding her left hand into a shallow scoop that she promptly SMACKED against Pearls’ backside no less than half a dozen times! “Ask her!” Renquist called to the ref once Luisa’s grip fell away. “Rumor has it that Pearls doesn’t like to be spanked… if there’s an audience present!”
“Don’t you say a f*cking word.” Campos warned the lanky official. “Puta isn’t gonna make me do a goddamned thNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!” Macy paddled Brazilian backside with several more slaps, then palmed the brunette’s left knee and craaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Half Crab harder than ever. “FAAAAAAHHH!” Luisa strapped both arms around her head to stifle the groans, but it didn’t do a damned thing for her place in the ring.
“What do you say, Luisa?” Al asked as the ‘TAP!’ chants started in the cheap seats and rolled toward the front. “Do you need me to call it?”
“No.” Campos answered with none of her usual snark. Dismissing Al before he could bother her with another stupid question, she pressed her palms to the mat and pushed up high enough to get her chest and belly on the match. The strain in her back and knee grew much worse, yet Pearls endured because it allowed her to scrabble and claw her way into the--“ROPES!” Luisa barked the instant she crooked an arm around the bottom strand. “GET HER THE HELL OFF ME, CARPAAARRRHH!”
Renquist used every bit of the ‘FOUR!’ count to sit on the back of Campos’ head, the Beach Blaster doing her best to remove her opponent’s left leg from the equation. Breaking her grip with one second remaining, Macy stood up and strolled away, the blonde offering the crowd a satisfied smile as she ‘snapped’ her trunks taut against her hips.
As for Luisa, she rolled over and scooted into a seat against the ropes with that tweaked left knee pulled up snug to her chest. “Nasty puta!” Campos hissed at the stalking blonde. “You’re gonna pay for that! No one treats me like trash and gets away with it!”
Macy smirked. “Watch your mouth, Luisa. I put trash where it belongs. You? I’ll leave you scattered wherever the hell I please!”
Pearls extended both hands to beckon the blonde forward, though she made no effort to stand. “Is that right, poseur? Come over here and try!”
Macy wasn’t about to refuse a challenge from a mouthy brunette, so she juked around Al and closed on Luisa in a few long strides. Drawing back as the champion approached, Luisa hooked her arms over the middle strands to keep herself properly anchored while she lashed out with kick after kick aimed at the blonde’s knees. Renquist slapped a couple aside, blocked a few more, then caught Luisa’s left ankle in both hands and began to twisssssssssst her boot like she meant to turn it around backwards!
“Cheap slut!” Campos snarled. “Get your grubby hands off of meAAARRHHH!”
Macy wrenched Pearls’ foot that much farther, earning a loud yowl from the challenger. “Wait, did I hear you wrong?” I could have sworn you told me to come over here and NNNGGGHH!”
The Brazilian Bombshell pumped her right heel into Macy’s left thigh once, twice, three times, the last shot freeing Luisa’s foot while simultaneously knocking the blonde off balance. Renquist stumbled awkwardly but would’ve caught herself just fine if Campos hadn’t grabbed hold of the champ’s waistband and yanked her into a short throat-first descent onto the second rope! There was a ‘twang’ followed by some ugly rasping from Macy as she bounced away in a woozy somersault that left her on all fours near the middle of the squared circle.
Scrambling to her feet as soon as she’d tossed Macy into strands, Luisa bided her time until Renquist made it mostly to her feet. Then she bounced into the rubber-coated steel and ran down the flummoxed Floridian, Campos snatching a double handful of hair a heartbeat before she hopped up and dropped to her knees to THWHUNK the back of Macy’s noggin into the thinly-sheathed plywood!
RUNNING MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TdH26QJDEE
Groaning softly in the wake of that rough collision, Renquist tapped her heels against the mat while Luisa made a show of plucking some strands of hair from her palms. “And just like that the façade wears off and the trash shines through.” Pearls taunted the Slappin’ Sensation once she’d returned to verticality. “Let’s scrape off the rest, that ok puta?” It most certainly wasn’t, alas Macy’s denial was interrupted with a quick, mean stomp to the pit of her blonde’s stomach. When Renquist sat up to clutch at her roiled stomach, Campos helped herself to a double handful of hair and yanked her to hands and knees for the sole purpose of marching / dragging her to the nearest set of strands. “Yeah that’s right, stay right where you belong!” Luisa pulled Macy’s head over the second rope, then dropped to one knee and reached up from beneath the strand to clasp a Three Quarters Facelock across the back of her skull.
“Scream for me, loser!” Campos barked as she puuuuuuuulled down on Renquist’s head to throttle her against the rope. “C’mon puta, tell these people how much you love Diamonds & Pearls!” Oxygen deprivation made it impossible for Macy to comply with the demand, though she did gouge a few short elbows into the brunette’s flank. These were spirited, but not enough to end the challenger’s throttling.
That duty fell to Al Carpenter when he strode over to the action and said, “All right Luisa, get her up and off the ropes.”
He’d already had a hand raised for the count and was thus genuinely surprised when Pearls did as bade without so much a word of sass. The referee was about to offer a word of commendation when Campos swung a leg over the penitent blonde’s shoulders and settled into a snug mount on the back of Macy’s head. Hands clasped around the top rope, Luisa crossed her ankles and leaned back on her domineering mount. “Dang it Luisa, I told you to get her out of the ropes!” Al lamented as the brunette poured on the pressure with a rope-assisted Standing Headscissors. “Oh I will, dork.” Campos confirmed with a sickly sweet smile. “Just as soon as you give me my count!”
ROPE HUNG STANDING HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVSbfaREOHo
Carpenter didn’t waste any time rolling his eyes, he simply tolled off the “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Luisa disengaged from the Headscissors and made a point to drive the curve of her hip into the side of Macy’s head as she sauntered away. “Happy now?” she sniffed to the official in the midst of making some minor adjustments to her togs.
“I’ll be happier when I don’t have to remind you of the rules every goddamned time.” Al replied without missing a beat.
“Ohhh boo hoo.” Luisa scoffed. “Here, you need something to make you feel better? Just shut up and watch.”
Campos headed back to Renquist, buried both hands in the blonde’s hair and peeled her out of the ropes. Of course Al started to make another count, that Pearls ignored in favor of wrapping the champ’s locks around her throat in a sort of flaxen garrote. The set-up brought Carpenter to ‘THREE’, meaning Luisa still had a full second to twist ‘round back-to-back with the champ and drop to her butt to damn near whip Macy’s head off her shoulders with a nasty Hangman’s Neckbreaker!
HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=27cYbPg4pcY
Bounced to a seat by the residual impact, Renquist offered no meaningful protest when Campos palmed her shoulders and spread her out on the mat, all the better for Luisa to scoot forward and sit down on her opponent’s chest. Hands pressed to Macy’s gulping tummy, Pearls swiped her tush across the Floridian’s tits while Al and the FAWNatics counted the…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist got both hands against Luisa’s rump and shoved her aside with a full second to spare.
“Keep your hands to yourself, idiot!” Campos swatted Macy’s tits, then jabbed an index finger under her nose to emphasize the point. “Better yet, keep your hands at your sides until you’re ready to tap the mat!”
Snatching the Beach Blaster by the nape of the neck, Luisa got to her feet and forced Renquist to do the same for as long as it took to double her over with a rude Toe Kick. With Macy’s head level with her hip, Pearls slapped on a Front Facelock, then slung the blonde’s near arm across her shoulders and hooked onto Renquist’s trunks with her free hand. Tugging those togs up to bare some of the champ’s rump, Campos dropped her hips and popped off a quick bridge to plant Macy on the deck courtesy of a Vertical Suplex.
Luisa could’ve floated over for a cover, instead she kicked her legs up and rolled onto her stomach so she could drag the both of ‘em back to start. Second verse was same as the first, perhaps with a bit more ‘oomph!’ on the Suplex. Another kick ‘n roll brought them back to verticality where Pearls gave up her trunk grip to hook Renquist behind the left knee in a tight standing cradle. Squirming to life as the brunette bore down, Macy balled her right hand into a fist and pounded a few shots into the challenger’s ribs. Luisa sneered, set her feet and popped her hips to THWHUMP Renquist to the canvas with a beautiful Fisherman’s Suplex! Bridging up on tiptoes to keep the champion glued in place, Campos nodded along with Carpenter’s count of…
ROLLING VERTICALS & FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGEvOLjt6vs
ONE…
TWO…
THN--“NNGGHHH!”
Macy’s slaps did what her fist could not, namely break Pearls’ grip with almost a full second to spare.
Luisa hissed in disgust, but rather than waste time glaring at Al she spun into a mount and snatched hold of the blonde’s hair. “Wanna slap me, puta?” The Brazilian Bombshell yanked Macy’s head off the mat, flattened her other hand into a paddle and let loose with a barrage of quick, hard slaps! “This is how you do it! And this is what you get for trying to f*ck with NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Macy couldn’t block Campos’ slaps, so she pumped her right knee into Luisa’s lower back until the pace slowed enough for her to catch hold of the brunette’s slappin’ wrist. Soon as that was done she kicked her legs up, slipped them around Pearls’ waist and rolled forward to stack the other lightweight on her back with a quick Sunset Flip!
This was more of a way to disrupt the brunette’s mount rather than a counter-pin as far as Renquist was concerned. Good thing too because Luisa somersaulted her way loose of the Flip to return to verticality, the perfect platform from which to unleash a Buzzsaw Kick at the side of her opponent’s he-- Macy stretched herself out flat to avoid the ‘whicking’ strike, then sat up, hooked an arm through the brunette’s thighs and pulled her to the canvas with a Schoolgirl Roll-Up that was heavy on the roll, seeing as how Pearls tumbled out of it to wind up on all fo-- CRAAACK!
The Slappin’ Sensation more earned that moniker courtesy of a righteous Forehand Bytch Slap set Luisa back on her haunches with one hand pressed to her stingin’ face while the other pushed feebly at the champ’s chest. Macy paid this defense no attention, she simply reached over it to catch a double handful of hair en route to hauling both lightweights to their feet. Eschewing the standard Double Underhook in favor of a Single combined with a Front Facelock, Macy pumped half a dozen Kneelifts into Campos’ breadbasket, then got low and snapped off a bridge of her own with a heavy Half Hatch Suplex!
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZFpKVXC_LY
Where Pearls rolled over, Renquist rolled through, the svelte blonde dropping into a snug seat that let her cra-cra-cra-CRAAACK a whole flurry of slaps offa Campos’ cheek and chest.
“BYTCH!” Luisa shouted from behind a guard she assembled after soaking up several hard swats. “GET YOUR GODDAMNED HANDS OFFA ME!”
Much more confident with her knees digging into the Brazilian’s tawny flanks, Renquist tucked some hair behind her ears before she grabbed hold of Luisa’s wrists and slowly but surely prized Pearls’ defenses apart.
“F*cking puta! Keep that nasty ass away! Feels like a sack of wet mice!” Campos couldn’t wrest her hands free so she jammed a couple knees into the Floridian’s butt in the hopes of jostling her loose the same way Macy had done to her. Alas Renquist only scooted forward enough to plant her knees on the challenger’s biceps.
“Better be nice to my ass, Pearls.” Renquist tapped the tip of Luisa’s nose, then gave it a pinch and a little squeeze. “Mouth off too much and you’ll have to kiss and make-up.”
Campos continued to wriggle and writhe, the brunette inching one shoulder or the other off the mat with enough regularity to keep Al from bothering to try for a count.
Didn’t bother Macy either, indeed she looked quite pleased as she flattened out her hands and began to slap Luisa’s mug from side to side. “THIS is how you slap a bytch, Pearls.” Renquist explained to her pink-featured foe. “Not that petulant, limp-wristed sorority sister shyt you were boring me with earlier. That reminds me,” the Beach Blaster caught a fistful of hair, cranked Campos’ head back and SLAPPED her once, twice, three times. “You gonna give up?”
“To you? Not f*cking likely.” Luisa grumbled once she’d made sure her jaw wasn’t knocked outta joint. “So you might as well EEERRRHHH!”
Happy to remind the challenger that her hands could do more than slap, Macy curled her hands into claws and sank them into the curves of Luisa’s breasts! “What, did you think I was gonna let you up?” Renquist giggled. “Honey, if you want outta here you’re gonna have to earn--”
Campos shifted hard to the right and pulled her left arm out from under the blonde’s grinding knee. Much as she wanted to maul the loser’s rack for this galling treatment, Luisa stretched her free arm high overhead and after a few rough lunges she managed to catch hold of the bottom rope. “BREAK! BREAK! BREAK!” Pearls shrieked to Carpenter as she shook the strand as hard as she could.
Macy held the mount ‘til ‘THREE!’, then stood up and put a little forget me not stomp into Campos’ belly to give her something else to whine (read: wheeze) about while the lightweight champ strutted away to bask in the warm roar of the FAWNatics.
Infuriated by the chants of ‘MACY! MACY!’ (or perhaps by the fact that the blonde seemed to have dismissed her) Luisa used the ropes to reach her feet and provide a little extra speed when she launched herself at the Slappin’ Sensation. A good strategy for sure, though announcing herself via a furious shriek was less so. Quite a bit less so in fact, as the warning gave Macy more than enough time to swing beneath the challenger’s Clothesline and whip ‘round into position on her six. “Too slow, cupcake!” Renquist pecked a kiss off the other wrestler’s cheek, then caught Luisa’s arms at the elbow with a Double Chickenwing and trapped them behind her back with a single sharp tug. Eyes going wide as she realized the trouble she was in, Campos kicked her left foot forward for what might’ve been a Mule Kick if Renquist hadn’t taken her up over and down onto the back of her head and shoulders via a perfect Tiger Suplex. That stripy menace left Pearls folded in half and Al diving in alongside to count the…
TIGER SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYN6bjgKvnw
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Luisa kicked out of the cover but couldn’t escape the Chickenwing, as evidenced by her frustrated grunt when she rolled to a seat with her arms still trapped. “F*ckin’ get OFF ME!” she barked. Macy cranked the brunette’s arms a little tighter.
“Make me, putRRRRGHH!”
Campos drove her head backward and actually cackled when she struck the bridge of Renquist’s nose. The Headbutt let her tear away from the Chickenwing, though her freedom was short-lived because Macy caught her in a Waistlock so tight it might’ve been a reverse Bear Hug. Still, Luisa got to her feet with Macy clinging on tight and-- Macy halved the Waistlock to catch Pearls’ left wrist in her right hand.
“NO!” Not about to let the little blonde snot make her a Bytch at ‘Mania, Luisa STAMPED on the champion’s bare toes as hard as she could! Goin’ around behind the instant she was free, Campos pinned the Beach Blaster’s left arm overhead in a Half Nelson and-- “OOOWWW!”
Macy repaid Pearls with a foot stomp of her own, then barreled toward the edge of the ring where she ultimately cinched her free arm around the top rope. “Ropes, bytch.” Renquist rasped. “Now back off and stop panting in my OOOOOOHHHHH FAHK!”
Luisa affixed her right hand to the center of Macy’s white trunks and squeeeeeeeeeezed until the fidgeting Floridian shifting from foot to foot! The catty Reach Around effectively neutralized Macy’s grip on the ropes, thus allowing Campos to walk-waddle the both of ‘em back to the middle of the squared circle. “Ask her!” Pearls demanded of the official as she continued to rummage and gouge in the blonde’s briefs.
“What do you say, Macy? Had enough?” Al did as bade, though he made sure to keep clear of her tangled charges.
“Huuhh… hell no.” the champ groaned. “Truth is, Luisa’s grip is as weak as the rest of her gamAAAARRRRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Pearls turned the claw into an Inverted Wedgie that rode high enough to put the Slappin’ Sensation up on tiptoes! It also meant she was quite defenseless when Campos switched over to a much more legal (albeit no less dangerous) grip on her waistband to THWHUMP Renquist down on the back of her head and shoulders to complete the neck-wrecking Reach Around. Now it was Luisa’s turn to show off her bridge game, the brunette pushed up high as she could go to ensure Macy didn’t kick out before the…
REACH AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpMByUGencU
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Renquist slopped loose of the Matchbook to save herself from an 0-2 start to her ‘Mania career.
At least for the moment, it wasn’t long before Luisa rolled her onto her back and crawled down to the blonde’s wrapped feet. Claiming one in each hand, Pearls got to her feet facing away from the groggy grappler. From there she sank into a crouch and locked her hands to ensure Macy’s legs weren’t going anywhere without her permission. Rising to her full height shortly thereafter, Luisa turned the blonde onto her stomach and stepped over so she had a foot planted beside Renquist’s hips.
Woozy but far from unaware, Macy kept her elbows in nice and close to her torso as she began to crawl toward the ro-“OOWW!” The Beach Blaster yelped in pain and anger when Pearls bent down and scored her back from shoulders to buttock.
“C’mon puta.” Campos growled. “You were so eager to gimme those hands earlier, don’t hold back now.”
Macy shook her head ‘no’, the vulnerable battler clearly willing to endure some more scratching to stay out of the Pendulum Swing. “Yuh, you only get ‘em when I say, honey.” Renquist explained. “And right now you’re not getting shyt from AARRRRRRHHHH! HAIR! HAIR, AL! HAIR!”
Far too impatient to waste time shredding her prey’s six, Luisa buried both hands in Macy’s hair and used that flaxen tether to wrench the champion’s spine backward in a painful arch! No keeping her hands close now, Renquist scrabbled at the mat for freedom and when that didn’t work she grabbed hold of Campos’ wrists in the hopes of keeping herself grounded. Unfortunately the extra support did just the opposite, allowing Luisa to gather her strength and muscle the blubbering blonde’s bent bod off the canvas by a full six inches!
PENDULUM SWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=naf7rRIJFLg
The Hair-Pull Pendulum Swing was an agonizing hold, one that would’ve almost certainly secured a surrender in a No DQ or Falls Count Anywhere environment. However this contest was neither and so it wasn’t long before Carpenter warned, “Off the hair, Luisa.”
“Make me, idiot!”
“One! Two! Three! Four!”
Pearls rocked back on her heels at ‘FOUR!’, then pushed down and let loose to add that much more spite to the THWHUMP of Renquist’s return to the canvas. Macy gurgled and curled into a fetal ball instead of rolling onto her back so rather than waste time delaying a cover Luisa went right back to the hair and used it to haul her prey to verticality. Setting off to the nearest corner before Al could whine to her about the hair-hold, Campos quickly picked up her pace so she was almost running by the time she BWUNGED the Floridian’s forehead offa the top turnbuckle.
Macy sagged without going down, so Luisa laced her hands to the back of the champ’s noggin and scruuuuuuuuuuuubbed her face back ‘n forth until the squealin’ sensation twisted around of her own accord.
“That’s right, turn around and get a good look at the next Lightweight Champion!”
Campos smacked her foe’s face to get her attention only to double over and stuff a Shoulderblock in her belly when she had it! Cinching her blonde around the upper thighs, Luisa lifted her into a seat on the top buckle, then climbed onto the second rope and wedged Macy’s head beneath her left arm so she could butterfly both arms in a snug Double Underhook. “Get used to it, nerds!” the brunette called to everyone within the sound of her voice even as she taunted and teased them with a slow hip waggle. “The era of Diamonds and Pearls and Gold is about to begin!”
The FAWNatics begged to differ, albeit with no measurable success considering that Luisa suffered no interference when she yanked Macy from her perch and dropped backward through the aether to THA-WHAM Renquist down in the center of the squared circle as the victim of an Avalanche Butterfly Suplex! Pearls’ landing wasn’t without some aches and pains of its own, but they were nothing compared to the spasms that were still wracking Macy’s frame when the challenger crawled into a Crossbody and pulled the far leg up tight for the…
AVALANCHE BUTTERFLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Orz-JWT9QEI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Macy shot an arm into the air, breaking the pin to the delight of everyone save Luisa Campos and (presumably) Marisol Ayala.
“All right puta, that’s enough! That’s f*cking enough!” the brunette passed on her usual hair-grip in favor of a nasty claw ‘smecked’ atop the Beach Blaster’s pained features. Catching hold of a shoulder-strap in her other hand, Luisa returned to boot-leather and pulled Macy up alongside so she could slip ‘round behind and trap Renquist’s right arm over her head in a Half Nelson.
“FAAAAAAHHHK!” Macy wailed to the rafters when Campos tweased her right nipple like a radio dial, but thoughts of a second Reach Around faded when Pearls abandoned the titty twister in favor of a much more technically sound Chickenwing. With Macy’s arms thus occupied, Luisa settled into a crouch and popped her hiNO!
The blonde threaded her right leg around Campos’, anchoring her to the challenger in defense against the Pearl Neckcrash. Luisa snorted, twisted her leg loose and-- Renquist hooked her other leg, again denying the sadistic head drop. Any relief the Renquisitors might’ve felt vanished the moment Campos leaned in close and chomped down on their heroine’s left earlobe! Macy shrieked once more, but damned if she didn’t abandon her defenses until Luisa slammed a good half dozen Kneelifts into her squirming backside.
Spitting out the blonde’s ear so she could plant a domineering kiss on her temple, Campos hissed, “I’m gonna look GREAT in that title, puta. And you’re gonna look even better in a f*cking neck bracOOOOOWWW SHYT!”
With her arms temporarily removed from the match, Macy abruptly leaned back into the Brazilian Bombshell to ensure Luisa had braced her feet when the Slappin’ Sensation hopped up and STAMPED both bare heels down on the challenger’s toes!
Luisa’s hooks gave out and she stumbled into several fencepost holes as she fought to reclaim her equilibrium. She’d *just* started to steady out when Renquist whipped around on her six and, in what was becoming a bit of a theme for these two, caught her rival’s arm (the left one this time) in a Half Nelson. The other caught a Waistlock half a heartbeat before Macy muscled the brunette off her feet and-- dropped to a seat to THWHUMP Pearls’ tailbone against the thinly-sheathed canvas! Luisa’s groan gave way to a frantic gargle when Renquist transitioned from her Waistlock to a Sleeper grip around the brunette’s exposed throat. Just like that the Katahajime was locked in place far away from the ropes, yet Campos’ plight grew all the more dire when the Beach Blaster rolled her onto her stomach and climbed into a seat on her lower back with the hold still in place.
KATAHAJIME:[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8I96O5Xnntg
“HHRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!” Luisa stopped reaching for the ropes and started clawing at her opponent’s forearm hard enough to raise immediate pink welts.
Macy shook her head ‘no’, reefed back on the trapped left arm and bore down with her right arm to give Campos’ face a nasty red flush in exchange for those stinging welts. “Give up.” Macy slammed her butt into the small of Luisa’s back to put even more strain on her already aching back. “Give up or go out, Campos.”
“NNNNRRRRHH! NO! NOOOOOOHHHRRRRRRK!” Luisa’s face was quite red and heading toward purple, but the challenger wouldn’t stop squirming in the general direction of-- Macy rolled out of the mount and onto her back, the tenacious blonde using her lissome legs for a single gut-crushing squeeze before she hooked her ankles in behind Pearls’ heels and wrenched her stems apart in a Double-Leg Grapevine! “Aaaaaaaawwwwwwww faaaaaaaaaaaaahk!” Campos’ wail of agony sounded more like a tired wheeze, she just didn’t have the breath to properly express the hurt.
“Not letting go, baby.” Renquist explained. “Not letting go until you tell them you’ve had enou--”
Luisa reached down and slapped the blonde’s bicep until Carpenter turned away to call for the bell. “Give.” she gasped. “I f*cking give!”
“That’s right you do.” Macy agreed over the clang of the bell. “Let’s savor this moment, can we? Listen, listen now!”
Luisa hissed, her pretty features a mixture of wrath and despair as the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
The Hero of the Renquistition let loose and shoved Campos away into a facedown sprawl while she got to her feet and accepted the gold from Al Carpenter. Holding it two-handed, Macy raised her title overhead and planted one wrapped foot between Luisa’s shoulders.
“Step up or step aside.” Renquist told the camera when it zoomed in for a better view. “Because you’re looking at the standardbearer for the Lightweight wrestling and I plan to lead this division for a long, long time.”
The champ tipped everyone a wink, strapped the gold around her waist and blew a goodbye kiss to Luisa only to slap it against her backside as she set off on her first ever ‘Mania victory lap.