Post by hawkeye on Jan 5, 2021 2:15:57 GMT
Dozens of ring attendants show the speed and expertise of a Formula One pit crew as they partially dismantle the ring during an intermission and rebuild it with a shiny, waterproof canvas that past the shadow of the bottom rope indented roughly ankle-deep. The titillating hopes of more experienced fans in the arena are fulfilled as a hose is threaded to the ring’s floor and eggnog slowly fills the shallow pit to the brim. The announcer’s booming voice fills the stadium, “The next match will be an EGGNOG ENCOUNTER! The match is scheduled for one fall-” In a Pavlovian response the crowd echoes “ONE FALL!!!...” The announcer continues, “...with a 20-minute time limit. Introducing first…”
“From San Antonio, Texas… coming in at five foot six and one hundred thirty pounds… she is your Girl of Tomorrow… CAMILLE COSWORTH!”
WONDER WOMAN THEME - HANS ZIMMER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gw_o7XUX3fg
The very mention of Camille Cosworth and the opening bars of her music brings the fans of Tomorrow-Morrow Land to their feet, summoning their heroine into the spotlight with a booming peal of man-made thunder.
CAMILLE COSWORTH
With the special venue promising a more wet and wild affair than typical for the Girl of Tomorrow, she wears a pair of swim goggles on her forehead in anticipation of the splishing and splashing to come. Otherwise, her gear remains unchanged, Camille sporting a royal blue and electric green two-piece ensemble that reveals just a tantalizing hint of cleavage and derriere. Compressive leggings extend downwards from just above her knees, leaving her heels and toes exposed to afford her the increased agility and balance from wrestling barefoot while still providing support for her joints.
A step behind Cosworth is her long-time girlfriend and FAWN’s most notorious nymphomaniac Yoona Park. Unlike Camille, Yoona is dressed to chillax rather than to battle, wearing a comfortably worn-in pair of old sweatpants and a tank top.
YOONA PARK
Side-by-side and each with an arm around the other’s waist, the power couple stroll their way down to the ring while chattering and giggling among themselves, the details of their conversation lost to the raucous cheers of the crowd. Once they get to the bottom of the entrance ramp, however, Park’s expression abruptly turns sour and she stops in place.
“GODDAMN IT, CAM! I TOLD YOU TO REQUEST THE HOT REFEREE!” Yoona screeches as soon as she notices that it’s Algernon Carpenter in the middle of the ring.
“I did!” Camille protests. “I mean, were you not referring to --”
“NO! JESUS, FUCK! NO! NO!” Park bellows as she wildly gestures and gesticulates at the lanky, perpetually scruffy man wearing knee-high galoshes and a zebra-striped poncho. “What the SHIT is wrong with you?!”
“Hey! It’s not my fault your instructions were unclear!” Cosworth huffs in exasperation. “How the heck was I supposed to know who’s the hot referee?! They’re all the same to me! And if Al is good enough for both Jenny Jacobs AND Juliet Bloodwind then --”
“Whatever, Cam,” Yoona grumbles as she stomps her way to an extra seat at the announcer’s table between Gordy Solis and Joanna Coleman. “From now on we’re gonna watch nothing but gay porn until you get better taste in men!”
“Actually…” Gordy chimes in as he leans over, “...Carpenter would make quite the twink if he’d clean up a little and shave --”
“SHUT IT, FUCK BOY!” Yoona snaps, cowing Solis into compliant silence.
For her part, Camille just rolls her eyes before she leaps over the top rope and into the mini-swamp of eggnog, landing on her feet with a wet sploosh.
“Uggh… wet socks are the worst,” Cosworth shudders and groans to herself when the goopy concoction seeps between her toes and soaks into the stretchy fabric wrapped around the arches of her feet. “Why did I agree to this again?”
“For the love of the game, of course,” the referee offers as he inspects her gear. “And because that bonus paycheck will buy a lot of extra socks.”
She doesn’t have much time to dwell on how she’ll spend her Christmas bonus before the PA system crackles to life again, and Camille lowers her goggles from her forehead to her eyes to prepare for her opponent’s arrival.
YOUR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT- NECRO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iqcv00Eb8Gc
“From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Atascadero … Standing at five feet, three inches… weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds… No longer a Squire, she is The Polish Pitbull, The Beautiful Berserker, DANICA DADAL!!”
Stepping out confidently through the curtains with a toothy grin on her face is the once sweet and supportive Squire to the virtuous Victoria Hackenschmidt’s Knight. Danica has embraced her inner wild child and threw away her mental hang-ups to become a two-fisted tornado that beats down anything that moves friend or foe. The pro wrestling community has taken this new “No Holds Barred” Danica, partially due to the Polish Pitbull’s finally leaning into her jaw-dropping sexuality. The honey blonde breaks into a full smile at the uproarious reaction to her first entrance in a FAWN singles match, the tip of her tongue darting out between her rows of teeth, Dadal spread her arms wide and did a little twirl like she trying on a new dress for prom. Unconsciously following Camille’s example, Danica wore an aquaized version of her ring gear. She’s wearing a white, shiny one-piece that framed her curves beautifully, was conservative in cut, no hint of the LAW wrestler’s mountainous mammaries or peach-like bottom to be seen by the fan’s lustful peepers. Satisfied everyone got a good look Danica set off to the ring with a bit of a light-hearted swagger in her step, which gave her bra busters an enticing wobble as she reached out to slap the hands of The Squire’s fans.
She strolls down the ramp on bare feet, long honey blonde hair in a loose ponytail swishing with each step; reaching out to hi-five a fan when she felt like it. near the outside circuit of the ring, she spies a loud, heavyset married couple carrying two signs that combined lettered, STANDING ON HACKENSCHMIDT’S SHOULDERS GOT DANICA TO THE TOP!
Danica frowns at the sign. The husband and wife hecklers laying into her with pointed verbiage seeing their chance to make LAW’s poster girl reflect on her actions. In a flash of movement, Danica hooks her fingers in the back of the wife’s hair and drives her shocked face into her cleavage! The chubby hubby is sputtering, staring straight at the scene as a cackling Dadal gives his woman a thorough face scrubbing to a loudly approving crowd! Seeing security beginning to trickle in Danica shoves the gasping and dishevelled fan back into her seat and struts onward to the ring with a mocking swivel in her step, calling out over her shoulder, “For the record, I’m trying to patch things up with Vic!”
Danica ambles up the steel steps and climbs to the top of the nearest corner, throwing her fists into the air for one last cheer, lightly bouncing on the second ropes, causing heavy bouncing in her jubblies. Yoona springs to the apron by Cam’s corner hurriedly speaking, ”Hey- If you worried about this match I can switch with you, I’ll handle her!” Eyes glued to Danica’s jostling chest as she leaps from the ropes for a splashy feet-first landing in the eggnog for her pre-match check. Camille lightly slaps her thirsty girlfriend on the shoulder, “I’m sure you would love too but I’m perfectly fine.” Camile pointedly keeping her gaze above the shoulders when she turns to look back at her opponent. Mentally sighing in relief Yoona was too busy miming a suckling baby during Danica’s entrance to notice her staring at her extremely endowed opponent. Camile quickly glances at her life partner’s perfectly portioned.. Significantly smaller chest and back to Dadal’s mountain range. Admitting with a bit of a whine, “She seems fun to wrestle.”
Yoona crosses her arms in a flash over her gurls, instinctively protective of them, harshly whispering, “You’re lucky I’m into cuckolding!”
Official Al Carpenter makes a motion for the bell, DING!DING! And the match is on! Both women audibly ‘slosh’ the eggnog with each step they take in a straight diagonal trajectory to center-ring. Danica outstretches a hand, looking friendly as ever, “Nice to meet you. I’m a big fan of yours, let’s tear it up.”
Cam’s face brightens and the mood in the building becomes more wholesome instantly. The Girl of Tomorrow loves politeness and respect before a fight. Camille takes the given hand in her own and they share a strong shake congenially responding, “Nice to meet you! I haven’t seen much of LAW but I’ve heard a lot about YouUU!” Danica yanks Cam toward as she leaps up with an assist of her free hand on the babyface’s shoulder. Mid-fall, Danica pulls Camille’s arm and head between her stems and hooks her right leg over her left as they Splash into the nogg. The smile on Danica’s face remained but strained with the effort of trying to squeeze Cosworth’s lights out with a triangle choke, Danica grunts, “To be clear that handshake was genuine. I just gotta get that W!”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZD5qE9RXxo
Camille was too busy gurgling into her arm to answer, her feet are already searching for purchase as the hold was being set but the floor of the ring was too slippery for her the usual ‘lean forward to get her shoulders down” for a pinfall escape, only sending ripples and waves through the pool of eggnog. Normally this kind of match was antithetical to submissions, but applying one right at the bell means they were both dry enough for it to work. The FAWNatics were on their feet! Are they about to see a tap out in less than a minute? Calling upon hours and hours of torturous training with Sydney Deschain, Camile spikes three accurate and powerful shots into Danica’s liver with her free hand. The Polish pitbull flinches with each strike and her grip weakens enough for Cam to pull her hand free, wrapping her hands around Danica’s right leg in an S-grip, Camile roughly twists out of the LAW wrestler’s legs bullies Danica belly down in the eggnog, now straddling the small of the blonde’s back in a Half Crab!
“That was a cheap trick with the handshake,” Cosworth chides as she leans back to put pressure on the busty blonde’s leg and spine. “Not cool, Danica. Not. Cool.”
“Spare me the lecture,” Danica grunts, struggling to crawl towards the ring ropes in the slippery eggnog. “You’re telling me you’ve never taken a shortcut?”
“Heck no!” Camille emphatically shoots back. “And I’ve got three ’FAWN Ms. Congeniality' awards to prove --”
“SHUT UP AND CROTCH CLAW HER ALREADY!” Yoona interrupts from her seat, which only makes the squeaky-clean Cosworth even more irritated. “Look at that camel-toe! She’s practically begging for it!”
Camille turns her head to the side to snap back at her girlfriend, and then the Polish Pitbull takes advantage of the distraction to turn the tables. She rolls hard to one side and bucks Cosworth off her back, leaving the Girl of Tomorrow laying flat in the eggnog. Danica springs forward and snares one of Camille’s ankles and starts to drag her backwards for another submission attempt, but Dadal almost immediately loses her grip on Cosworth’s eggnog-slicked leg guards. Suddenly untethered from her anchor, the LAW standout stumbles and topples onto her well-cushioned backside while Cosworth kips up to a stand.
A few steps away, Dadal scrambles to her haunches, and that’s as far as she gets before Cosworth puts her on her back again. Turning around and leaping onto the bottom rope in a single motion, Camille uses the springy cable to launch herself back at her opponent and thwacks her heels into Danica’s collarbones at the conclusion of a buttery smooth Springboard Basement Dropkick.
SPRINGBOARD BASEMENT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7pC8t2LY4Y
Cosworth splashes down into the eggnog, then she rolls with the recoil of her dropkick to tumble backwards over a shoulder and she lands in a three-point sprinter’s stance. A twitch of her legs sends her rocketing forward once more to press the attack, but then she abruptly pulls up short when she sees Danica has an arm hooked over the ropes on the opposite side of the ring.
“No shortcuts,” Camille reiterates, adjusting her goggles and giving her hair a rough tousle to shake out some of the excess gunk while she lets Danica catch a quick breather.
Dadal doesn’t keep her opponent waiting for long, and rather than milk the rope-break, she charges headlong towards Cosworth with her shoulders lowered for a tackle. Camille tenses her core and absorbs the impact to her chiseled midsection with a soft grunt, simultaneously splaying her legs out like a kickstand to halt Danica’s forward momentum.
The Polish Pitbull grits her teeth and continues driving her bare feet against the slickened canvas, but she can’t find the traction to push her larger opponent back. Her charge stopped in its tracks for the moment, Danica hisses in frustration and wildly swings her fists into Camille’s sides, though this too is foiled when Cosworth loops a pair of arms around her waist and wrenches her up into a Canadian Backbreaker.
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PJKVJTHDX8
Danica yelps in pain as her spine is bent backwards across the fulcrum of Camille’s right shoulder, kicking and thrashing wildly to try to break free. No such luck, however, as Cosworth has her hands firmly clasped together just below Dadal’s ample bosom to keep the LAW wrestler tightly strapped in. The Girl of Tomorrow flexes her knees a few times in rapid succession to bounce her opponent up and down, earning further moans and groans from Danica.
“HOT! HOT!” Yoona enthusiastically screams in lustful encouragement. “Grab her tits! Make her beg!”
Camille doesn’t seem very interested in either though, and after about a dozen seconds of punishment, she decides to try something with more pizzazz. Shifting to a one-armed loop around Dadal’s waist, she moves the other hand to the blonde’s chin, and then Cosworth dives forward towards the mat. Danica takes the brunt of the impact on her chest and belly, landing in the eggnog with a loud PLOP as the audience offers an appreciative ooooooh for Camille’s impressive Dominator.
DOMINATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BdgbyZYC3PQ
Cosworth flips her opponent face-up and quickly hooks a leg for the pin. Ever the epitome of professionalism, Al Carpenter doesn’t hesitate to lie down into the eggnog and he slaps the liquid for…
ONE!
TW--
...before Dadal powers out and rolls clear to the corner, her quick recovery perhaps aided by not landing directly onto the thinly-padded plywood.
“Save it, Yoona. Don’t wanna hear it,” Camille preemptively grumbles when she senses that Yoona is about to excoriate her for showboating with a power move instead of finishing the submission. Yoona’s headset from the Commentator’s table picks up Cam’s preventive statement and her lip-reading skills are excellent, but she still hollers “You should’ve finished with the submission! That’s what showboating will get ya! And take her top off!” Camille lets out a resigned sigh as she gets to her feet and splashes after a retreating Dadal. By the ropes and still on her knees, Danica with a composed expression throws up both hands declaring “Wait!” But not in the begging heel sense, in more of a ‘You’re going to wanna see this” sense. The novelty is enough to make a confused Cosworth halt, but she has her dukes up in an old timey boxer’s stance on pure reflex.
Danica reaches behind her to grab the middle rope and pulls herself from the milk punch muck and nods to her opponent, “Thank You. Looks like this is a serious match so I gotta be in serious mode.” With the expertise of a seasoned Chip n, Dale dancer Danica rips off her fighting togs! FAWNatics go nuts! This show just became worth the price of admission from the get-go. Danica isn’t fighting in the buff however, holding her discarded gear in one hand and the other on her hip, Danica is wearing what could be considered a two-piece but given the lack of material, it could be called a one half-piece. The same ivory white as her previous gear, a tiny triangle cup top that seems to be barely holding back Danica’s bounty given the way her breasts bulged at the sides, The bottoms are cut high on the hips to accentuate her legs, Polish Pitbull turns to the crowd, whirls her suit on a thumb and slingshots it into the crowd, causing a minor riot, purposefully letting Camille get an eyeful of her backside now significantly more bared.
Danica turns back to The Girl of Tomorrow and heads toward her. fists balled and rolling her shoulders like Danica was warming up for the fight that already started, those movements making her jubblies a-jiggle in such a hypnotic manner even a woman of Cosworth's etiquette had to stare mouth drooling. The brunette's stupor is broken by her paramour Park hollering from commentary through cupped hands.
“She took her clothes off! You have to do it too now! Don’t let her show you up!”.
Camille turns her head to give her girlfriend a light chiding look, "Shush!!" And turns back to see Dadal's hand out for another shake. The blonde speaks a little more humbly this time, “Seriously, I’m having a great time and I do respect you. No hard feelings?” Camille looks down at the hand and to the crowd seeking advice, as hot as they find the LAW import the FAWNatics are adamant that their darling home girl NOT trust this buxom stranger. This makes complete sense to Camille to turn Danica down, but it would be rude to turn down a handshake! And she really wants physical contact with the Pitbull since the wardrobe change…
Cosworth takes Dadal in a firm handshake to a loud, mixed reaction from the audience and a string of curses from Park, she smiles and says, “Not at all. I understand you gotta make a name for yourselfMPHHH!”
Daddy Dadal breaks the babyface’s trust again, pulling Cosworth in and glomping onto her like in the anime Cam streams in her off-hours. Legs around the FAWN wrestler’s hips in a secure bodyscissors Danica has both hands in Cosworth’s hair and is giving her an up-close and personal tour of the Polish mountains! Through sheer luck, The Girl of Tomorrow has maintained her balance in the eggnog, but the holiday beverage coating Danica’s chest has made the smother extra effective. In addition to the suffocating heat and enveloping pressure on her features the eggnog made Dadal’s chest audible slap and slide across Camille’s face in a way that made her lose all sense of the world, the smells of cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla were all-encompassing. Not to mention the eggnog and Danica’s natural tastes blended in a manner that Camille found very addictive considering how much her tongue darted to and fro across the Polish pixie’s cleavage. Can’t blame a gal for trying out an extra-large meal when she usually gets a small one.
Danica gives her opponent the scrub-a-dub dub with her girls, riding out Cam’s slaps and punches that begin to slow as the FAWN wrestler gives in to Jugg shock, the former Squire bites her lower lip in concentration as she nestles in closer to crush Camile’s surprisingly ample breasts with her belly and tighten the body scissors to pile on to the energy-sapping hold, “Just go to sleep, you’re not gonna find better pillows than these. Danica feels a murmur from Cam that’s translated to “I’m inclined to agree,” before that pleasing vibration is replaced with the stabbing pain of a pair of clawholds latching onto her kidneys. The mini jugg-ernaut jerk and whines as Cam’s fingers manipulate her innards like clay. Danica’s grip is weakening fast, Cosworth is so strong for her size, it's ridiculous! Planting her feet wide, Camille flexes her body as she gives the blonde wrapped around her a gigantic shove “MpahhhGERK!”
Camille’s face briefly emerges from Dadal’s bounty and she gulps down precious air, but a single breath is all the comeback kid gets. With shocking dexterity, Danica kicks off Camille’s knee after she’s shoved off and snares the brunette in a guillotine choke. Re-securing the Bodyscissor by crossing her ankles behind Cosworth’s waist, Dadal leans back hard and tries to bring her opponent down to the mat. After a short struggle, the indy import partially succeeds, forcing Camille to drop to one knee with a hand braced against the canvas to support Danica’s weight and her own.
“Whaddaya say, Camille? Need me to call it?” the official asks, sensing that the Girl of Tomorrow might be fading fast.
Cosworth grunts something unintelligible in response, and a moment later she emphatically waves off the referee with her free arm to make her intentions crystal clear. Having forestalled the bell for now, she sets to work getting free of the Polish Pitbull’s constricting vise. Her awkward position robs her of any leverage to power out or throw a punch, Camille instead blindly reaches behind her back to grab the other wrestler’s foot.
“Hey! What are ya -- HA HA HA!” Danica yelps when Camille’s fingernails start raking up and down her bare sole. “HA HA HA... N-n-no! HA HA HA… No t-t-t-t-t-tickling! HA HA HA… T-that’s… HA HA HA… That’s cheap! HA HA HA!”
The LAW star has the wherewithal to maintain her Guillotine Choke, but after a few seconds of the intense tickle counterattack, she’s forced to unwrap the Bodyscissor to get her vulnerable arches out of Cosworth’s reach. Without Danica so tightly latched to her body, Camille is able to get both feet under her and rise off her knees, giving her a much more stable base to exert her prodigious power.
Her neck still trapped between Danica’s bicep and torso, the Girl of Tomorrow wraps both of her arms around Dadal’s waist, and before the other wrestler can react, Camille pops her hips and arches her back to send her opponent up, over, and down into the eggnog with a teeth-rattling Northern Lights Suplex. Eschewing the traditional bridge into a pin, Cosworth rolls head-over-heels to get to her haunches with Danica lying between her legs, finally breaking free of the blonde’s grasp in the process.
Camille quickly secures a Front Facelock on the downed Dadal, but instead of answering with a Guillotine Choke of her own, the Girl of Tomorrow rises to a stand and lifts her opponent into the suplex stall position in a single motion. Cosworth keeps the other wrestler upside down and vertical for a beat, just long enough for the audience to gasp in awe at her freakshow athleticism, then she lays out on her back to drive the crown of Danica’s head into the canvas with a Brainbuster.
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX & BRAINBUSTER COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLUjINPhyiw
Despite the layer of eggnog cushioning the impact, Danica lands hard enough to bounce free from Camille’s grip before she ultimately settles into a boneless heap in the center of the ring. The referee gets down next to her immediately, both to check on her condition and in anticipation of a pin attempt, but to his surprise, he looks up to see that Cosworth has already rolled out of the ring.
As her girlfriend shambles by the broadcast table, a very confused Yoona asks, “Babe, what the fuck are you--”
“Not now, Yoona!” Camille squeaks as she makes a beeline for the nearest barricade.
Agonizingly aroused from having her face buried deep in Danica’s cavernous cleavage, Cosworth desperately searches for a way to put out the fire down below. She spots a fan in the front row holding a massive 64-ounce soda, and she quickly strides over and snatches the oversized container out of his hand without a word. Taking a deep breath to collect herself, she hops to a seat on the steel barrier and dumps the icy beverage down the front of her trunks.
“AHHH! AHHHH! OH MY GOD, THAT’S COLD!” Camille shrieks despite her best efforts to remain stoic, her body convulsing from head to toe as if she’d been shocked by a cattle prod. “I IMMEDIATELY REGRET THIS DECISION!”
Nevertheless, the impromptu ice bath serves its intended purpose and banishes all inappropriately sexy thoughts from Cosworth’s brain. After taking a few moments to compose herself, she instructs a nearby concession vendor to replace the fan’s drink and to deduct the $27.14 from her next paycheck, then she trudges half a lap around the outside before heading back to ringside.
“Not a word, Yoona,” Camille hisses to her girlfriend as she climbs onto the apron. “Not. A. Wor -- HNNG!”
She’s so preoccupied with her paramour that Cosworth doesn’t notice that her opponent has already recovered to hands and knees in the center of the ring. Seeing the opportunity to retake control, Danica springs forward and drives her shoulder between the rubber-coated cables to hit Camille square in the gut. Cosworth maintains her grip on the top rope to avoid being launched off the apron, but with the wind knocked out of her for the moment, she’s defenseless when Dadal pulls her goggles a few inches off her face and lets go.
“OW!” Camille yowls when the elastic band snaps the eyewear back into her face, and that’s enough to get her to voluntarily drop back down to the floor.
Cosworth instinctively pulls her swimming goggles to her forehead and rubs at her aching eye sockets, preventing her from visually tracking what Dadal is doing. A moment later, she painfully figures out what her opponent was up to when Danica plows into her with a Somersault Senton from the ring apron.
APRON SOMERSAULT SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cpn4mi8E3JI
Both wrestlers land in a tangle of arms and legs, blonde on top of brunette for the moment. Danica clambers upright first, with a more discombobulated Camille a few steps behind in hauling herself to her feet with the help of the steel barricade. Dadal figures that anything that works once is worth trying twice, and she climbs onto the apron again for a second go with an aerial maneuver.
Riding high on a surge of confidence after the success of her Senton, Danica decides to pull out all the stops. She grabs the top rope and slingshots herself up and over, but instead of landing in the ring, she comes to a seat atop the springy steel cable which then launches her in an arcing backflip towards her opponent still on the floor.
ARABIAN PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLgzmazRh5o
The LAW star no longer has the element of surprise, however, and just as Danica launches off the top rope with an Arabian Press, Camille dives underneath the bottom to re-enter the ring and hydroplanes all the way to the center of the squared circle like a Slip N Slide. With her target suddenly missing, Dadal somehow still lands on her feet -- if only for a moment before she stumbles backwards and drops to her rear.
Meanwhile, Cosworth pops up from her slide and sprints for the ropes on the far side of the ring. She bounces off the strands with twice the speed as before, and without breaking stride, she throws herself into a side cartwheel to build rotational inertia before somersaulting clear out of the ring. Flipping around one axis while spinning around another, Camille hurtles through the air and smashes into Danica like a human meteor just as the blonde is rising to her feet.
SASUKE SPECIAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kQln99YqL0
Normally the purview of only the tiniest flyweights, even the most jaded FAWNatic is suitably amazed by the picture-perfect Sasuke Special from a wrestler of Cosworth’s size. As is often the case in matches featuring the Girl of Tomorrow, the FAWN Arena echoes with a chant of “HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!”
Of the tens of thousands of people in the building, the only person who seems unimpressed is Camille’s girlfriend.
“Quit being a goddamn spot monkey, Cam! I can barely masturbate to this flippy shit!” Yoona shouts, her right hand conspicuously shoved down the front of her sweatpants.
“Oh, come ON, Yoona!” Camille groans in disgust as she peels her opponent off the ground and stuffs Dadal back into the ring. “Do you have to do that NOW? HERE?! Can’t you save it for the bedroom?”
“You say that like you didn’t just cream your panties when you were motorboating her tits!” Park retorts, and Cosworth’s face immediately flushes beet red.
“I did NOT!” Camille protests, her voice shrill with indignation and embarrassment. “Maybe I got a little hot under the collar, but I was perfectly --”
“Whatever, babe,” Yoona snorts. “Keep pretending that we can’t see the cum running down your thighs.”
“That’s EGGNOG!” the Girl of Tomorrow insists. “And also a bit of root beer, but absolutely NO --”
“Sure, Cam. Suuuuuurrrrre,” Park chortles through a leering grin.
Realizing that she’s only making things worse by arguing the point, Camille turns her back with a wordless, frustrated snarl and climbs back into the squared circle. In the opposite corner, Danica props herself against the bottom turnbuckle as she tries to un-rattle her brain and get all her senses back into place. Shaking her head to clear her senses, Danica sends droplets of eggnog flying in all directions, hearing her foe before seeing her Daddy Dadal blinks her eyes free of milk punch in time to see Camille rapidly splashing toward her and taking a running hop for a low altitude dropkick. Showcasing agility enhanced by the eggnog filled ring Danica grabs the bottom ropes and slips to the outside, with no curvy Polish woman as her safety net. Cosworth’s boots skim above the bottom buckle before the back of her thighs hit the padded steel and falling back into the muck, the painful reverberation of her misfire echos up her skeleton and Cam lies stunned in the descended canvas making nog angels, groaning “That’s not supposed to happen…”
Outside the ring, Danica takes Cosworth’s wet noodle legs and arranges them under the bottom rope, separated by the ring post. Bending the brunette’s right leg over her left knee, Danica lifts a short but shapely leg over Cam’s right ankle to keep the stems pretzeled. Grasp Cam’s left leg by the calf with both hands LAW’s lusted after icon warns, “Better brace for this one, sweetie!” Then raises her plant leg to drop back and wrench Camille’s gams with a modified Figure Four.
RING POST FIGURE FOUR
youtu.be/JOWJqMPD4UU?t=60
A chilling shriek fills the air “AAAIIEE!!” Cam’s flopping in the eggnog like she’s electrified! The San Antonio Angel’s lower body feels like it’s on fire, her knees and tendons straining their structural limits by the classic submission with Dadal’s full body weight assisted by gravity, not to mention Cam’s center being pulled against the cold steel post like she was being split up the middle. Outside the ring and hanging upside down like a bat, The Polish Pitbull works the hold like she’s trying to tear Cosworth’s legs off and throw ‘em in the fryer for dinner. Swinging lightly with Camille’s thrashings Danica’s flowing hair sweeps the floor as eggnog drips down their bodies and dots the pads covering the concrete. Ref Al Carpenter is an experienced hand and isn’t thrown by the roar of the crowd or distracted by Camile’s distress, he issues a warning to Danica and when is goes unheed he starts the DQ count. “One! Two! Three!” Danica breaks the hold and falls to the floor somewhat painlessly, Camille curls in hugging her throbbing legs, grimacing in pain. Turning onto her side she moans sadly “Aahh… no Swing dance lessons this week..”
Danica Dadal climbs back into the ring turned holiday mug and hugs Camille from behind, at a slow pace in intermittently paused with clubbing blows to Cam’s shoulders and back, forces the brunette’s back to the buckles and forces her arms up and over the top cables then lifts Camille’s legs up and spreads them wide over the second cables. At the commentary desk, Yoona wants her girlfriend to win but loves the sight of her trussed up by a big titted blonde is hawt as hell. Her body jerking as she jerks It, Yoona mumbles, “Oooh-I’m memorizing this for laterrrr.”
Danica tilts Cosworth’s chin so she could look into her tired eyes saying, “back in a sec!” Giving Camille’s belly a loud, wet parting “Smack!” Danica books it for the far corner with long strides spraying Carpenter’s uniform with eggnog, with a sharp U-turn aided with a kickoff from the bottom turnbuckle Danica tears across the ring and leaps for an Avalanche Splash. Limbs trapped by the rubber-coated steel Cam can only stare agog at Dadal’s jostling melons as they speed toward her before crashing into her face like a pair of boulders, squealing fans in the front row are splattered with ricochet eggnog from the Splash’s momentum. Knocked loose and breathless Camille would have fallen forward into the bath if not Danica holding her close. Pressing chest to much larger chest, Daddy Dadal walks her from the corner before sweeping Camile off her feet and throwing her into eggnog with a close-quarters Belly to Belly to Suplex, Squashing the Girl of Tomorrow for the second time in less than a minute.
youtu.be/Ixcuk-wCcdM?t=347
Camille lets out a deep and low bleat as Danica’s weaponized funbags flatten her own. Half submerged in eggnog Camille’s wrists are stretched above her head as Danica takes a seat on her tummy for a pin, Al makes the count spraying all the ring’s occupants with each slap of the canvas.
ONE!
TWO!!
Kickout!!!
Another showing of Cosworth’s legendary strength and endurance, she forces her shoulder above the surface of the milk punch despite Danica pressing down with all the weight and power she can. The LAW import breathes heavily through her nose in frustration, ”Okay, no more missus nice gal.” Pulling up Cosworth by her soaking brown mop of hair, Dadal keeps the FAWN favourite doubled over and in a tight headlock, she gives it a big wrench combining it with a teasing hip swivel to get some whistles from the audience, Danica runs forward with Camille in type for a running Bulldog.
Danica calls her shot, “ Sheeaa Londonnwhoa!” The former Squire jumps with legs kicked out and instead of a controlled fall is suspended in the air. Camille’s muscles resume their steely nature and she lifts Dadal onto her shoulder showing off the blonde’s rump to a live camera before slamming Dadal hard into the mat with a Back Suplex that ripples the ring and the eggnog.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Up2NLlqhDs
The custodians are going to have a hell of a time cleaning up the ring area for the next match. Waves of the dairy beverage fly off the apron and stain the pads below, Danica rolls side to side caught between tending to her head or spine, Camile raises herself to a seat and fountains some eggnog that made it into her mouth, smacking her lips, ”Too much cinnamon.”
Using the buckles for support, Cosworth climbs upright while Dadal is still laid out at the center of the ring with her head cradled in both arms. The Girl of Tomorrow takes one look over her shoulder to triangulate the distance, then she goes from floor to penthouse in a single hop, leaving her perched on the top turnbuckle and facing out towards the crowd.
She needs an extra second or two to gather herself, her legs are a bit wobbly from the Ringpost Figure Four and the soles of her feet a bit slippery from the milky slop. That extra delay before Camille uncorks a Moonsault proves crucial, and just at the dizzying peak of the sky-high backflip, Danica regains her senses and rolls further away.
Against the typical wrestler, Dadal would have been safely clear of the splash zone, but absolutely nothing about the Girl of Tomorrow is typical. The absurd height of her Moonsault gives Camille the leeway to adjust, and she tucks her knees in mid-flight to get some extra rotation on her flip. Rather than crashing face-first into the deck, she sticks the landing on her feet and immediately throws herself into a second Moonsault, this time from a standing position.
It all happens so quickly that Danica doesn’t have time to get clear of Ground Zero a second time, and she ‘Eeps!’ in surprise a split-second before the rock-hard Abs of Tomorrow smashes into her own with a wet SMACK! that echoes off every wall of the FAWN arena.
MOONSAULT TO STANDING MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I30VnZq2L74
Laying across her pancaked opponent, Camille hooks a leg and mentally counts for the pin. She gets all the way up to ‘Seven!’ before it sinks in that she’s counting alone, and she cranes her head around to see that Danica’s other leg is resting on the bottom rope. Cosworth allows herself an exasperated groan before she duly breaks the pin and clambers upright, only to immediately drop down to one knee with a pained grimace.
“Ow, ow, ow! Hammy cramp!” Camille hisses and grabs at the back of her right leg, prompting the referee to immediately check on her.
Carpenter crouches down and asks, “You okay, Camille? Are you still good to go or do I need to call for the docs?”
“I’m good, I’m good… sorta…” Cosworth grunts through clenched teeth. “Think I can get a halftime break to walk it off?”
“‘Fraid not, Cam,” the official replies. “That figure four did some real work on your legs, you should probably lay off the high-flying stuff for now.”
“Thanks, coach,” Camille grumbles as she puts a hand on the man’s shoulder to help herself to her feet, then she gingerly paces a lap around the ring, the hitch in her gait subsiding a bit by the end.
Meanwhile, Danica has gotten to her knees with one hand swaddled around her devastated belly and the other propped on the mat for support. It seems she’s having difficulties of her own getting back up, but then Cosworth’s arms hook under hers in a Full Nelson and haul her to her feet.
Standing behind the smaller wrestler, Camille steps her right leg over Danica’s to root the Polish Pitbull in place. She releases the Full Nelson to instead trap Danica’s left arm under her right armpit, forcing the LAW import’s torso to twist and bend to the side at a painful angle.
“No! NO!” Danica gasps, shaking her head and sending droplets of eggnog flying from her blonde tresses as her opponent locks in the Abdominal Stretch. “Nnnn--aahhh! AAAHHH!”
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ey2U8tFbWgQ
Camille joins her hands in an S-grip just underneath Danica’s jaw then she leans back and gives her opponent a quick jostle, putting more strain on Dadal’s core muscles and causing the buxom battler’s breasts to jiggle and quiver.
“YES! DO THAT AGAIN! MAKE THOSE TITTIES DANCE!” Yoona demands from the broadcast table, now with both hands shoved into her pants. “But don’t make her tap too quick before I’m done edging!”
“Sorry, Danica…” Cosworth sighs, her voice tinged with genuine embarrassment although she doesn’t ease up on the hold, “I don’t usually do submissions, and Yoona gets a little… ahh… excited... when I do…”
Sincere or not, the apology is of little relief to Danica as she gnashes her teeth and tries to block out the voice inside her head telling her to submit. Previously crushed and currently stretched, her abs feel as if they’re on fire, and before Dadal even realizes it, her trembling right hand raises of its own volition as if to tap out at any moment.
Danica catches herself before she can prematurely surrender, however, and instead, she curls her flattened hand into a claw and digs it into the back of Camille’s right thigh.
“YOWCH!” Cosworth screams as the Hammy Clamp causes her muscles to tighten up again, and she shoves Dadal away and hops about on one leg.
Freed from her opponent’s submission and ignoring her own aches and pains to cause more in her adversary, the Polish Pitbull pivots about in the sloppy eggnog and levels Camille with a Discus Lariat right across the collarbones.
DISCUS LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0qJHBN70o8
Cosworth manages to at least partially roll with the impact, though it still throws her flat on her back with a SPLASH before she bounces back up to her knees. Danica grabs her wrist and hauls her the rest of the way to her feet, and a sharp jerk of the arm sends the Girl of Tomorrow running towards the ropes.
Camille takes about three steps before she drops anchor and skids to a stop in the sloppy eggnog, and still connected to her foe by their arms, she reverses the Irish Whip and reels Danica in towards herself. She catches Dadal across the chest with an arm, but rather than power through for a Lariat of her own, Cosworth goes with the momentum and throws herself into a standing backflip the precise microsecond she makes contact. Carried along for the ride, Danica is forced into a mirroring front flip and lands square on the back of her head and neck, the latest victim of an absurd, impossible combination of Ripcord Lariat and Spanish Fly that Camille’s fans and TikTok followers had named Edge of Tomorrow.
EDGE OF TOMORROW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LKZN7OiLP8g
Instead of going for a pin on the splattered blonde, however, Cosworth pops up to her feet for a brief moment before she collapses into the ropes.
“Bad idea...” Camille groans to herself, clutching her right hamstring with one hand and gripping the top rope for support with the other. “Really bad idea...”
“I TOLD YOU TO CUT IT WITH THE FLIPPY SHIT!” Yoona shrieks, removing both hands from her pants and pounding her fists into the table in frustration. “THANKS A LOT, CAM! YOU JUST RUINED MY ORGASM!”
Al Carpenter wades over to check on her and adds, “I hate to agree with her, but Yoona’s right, y’know. Again, you really shouldn’t be doing the high-flying stuff on a bad wheel.”
“That wasn’t high-flying!” the Girl of Tomorrow protests. “We were barely five feet off the mat!”
The referee stammers in confusion for a couple of seconds before deciding to not argue the point. Instead, he takes a look at the twitching body of the Polish Pitbull, and he starts his ten-count towards a knockout. Meanwhile, Camille props her right foot on the top turnbuckle and does some leg stretches, hoping to keep her muscles loose and limber for the remainder of the match. On the ring floor, half-submerged in milk punch Danica stares at the house lights in a daze, the sound of the referee’s count is extremely distorted by the liquid sloshing in her ears and Camille’s acrobatic slam scrambling her brains. Only the training by her friend/mentor/victim/ex-tag partner Victoria Hackenschmidt gets her to sit up at the sound of five, Danica in a staggered manner gets to her feet and wanders to the nearest corner, slipping in her last steps she throws an arm over the top rope to keep from falling back into the drink.
By that point Camille had gotten most of the creak out of her wheel and is wadding the perimeter of the ring back to Dadal, adjusting her soaking wet top and bottoms Cam tries to come off as intimidating when she nears her opponent saying forcefully, “Your next nickname will be armchair cover, cause you’re about to get pinned!”
There's a solid beat of silence from Danica in response to the ‘threat’ with an amused and quizzical expression. Cam chides herself with a jerk of the muttering a soft “...dang it” followed by a deep “BOOO!” from Yoona.
Danica approaches Camille trying to wave off the awkwardness, “It’s okay, I’m not very good at trash talk on most days either. Words don’t win matches anyway,” In an audacious move, Danica extends another handshake! Fingers wiggling in eagerness the blonde is a picture of professionalism and respect as if they were meeting for the first time and Dadal hadn’t betrayed Cosworth with the exact same trick twice earlier this match. “Let’s end this in style, huh?” The Girl of Tomorrow bites her lower lip in ponderment with hands on hips as the FAWNatics get loud in a divided reaction. Some fans are screaming for Cosworth to slap the insulting appendage away, others screaming for her to take it and give Danica a taste of her own medicine, and the rest yelling for the wrestler to get naked and go “old school”.
Camille is no dummy. She knows Dadal is going to pull something, but she didn’t get to Orlando and back from a career-ending injury by running away from challenges… and Camille didn’t want to be rude, what if it’s genuine?
Against common sense but in line with her sense of etiquette, Cam completes the pact, Danica switches to a two-handed grip to shake Cosworth’s paw saying, “I appreciate the chance you’re giving me, in more ways than one!” Danica lives up to expectation- firing off a bicycle knee at Cam’s chin as she pulls the angelic wonder closer. Camille’s no dummy though, mentally preparing for another turn of the coat, she gets her hand in front of her chin absorbing most of the blow, but a partial success is still enough to daze the FAWN fighter. Danica twists under the captured arm and slings Camille off her feet across and across her shoulders before driving Camille on her upper back for a splashy Olympic slam, the first phase of the Daddy’s finisher.
WOTJEK’S REVENGE- PART 1
youtu.be/qrDjBim__p8?t=456
A tsunami of holiday beverage ripples in all directions, Al Carpenter has to wait till the eggnog stops crashing on the women’s flopping bodies so he can check if the brunette’s in a pin. To Cam’s luck, Danica inadvertently slides off slamming her into the ring floor, buying her precious moments to gather her strength and impressively bolt up to her feet after a match ender of a move. Dadal follows a moment after, a little worried that Camille isn’t as weakened as a normal woman should be. The Polish Pitbull darts forward with a clothesline that Camille ducks with ease and slinks over to Danica’s left side faster than the blonde could blink, Cam throws her leg over Dadal’s and reaches down to the LAW rassler’s right. Fans think they’re about to see another Abdominal Stretch but Camille has something fancier in mind. The high flyer tightens her calves around Danica’s left while taking her right thigh, Camille throws herself back upending Danicia on her head and shoulders-then on to her ass-then back on her head and shoulders- then bck on her ass, and so on and so on. Danica was trapped in the swirling hell of the rarely seen...
ROLLING CRADLE
youtu.be/Ey5qMd92hNM?t=21
The creative Camille dragged helpless foe through an entire circuit of the ring, and then another, and another with no end in sight! Ecstatic FAWNatics are counting along with each completed loop, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!...” Danica’s no stranger to amusement parks but she is not a fan of this ride, her sense of direction and vision completely gone with each dunk into the drink and each dizzying trip around the arena. The Polish Pitbull’s screams and moans interspersed with gargling of the eggnog, the added stipulation turning the fun and effective into something banned by the Geneva Convention.
“NOOGHOBBB!! AAGAHHGRLLB!!! FUUUCBOGOH!!!”
Yoona’s taking note of the match time to get this audio for later.
Being such a physical specimen, Camille can normally perform this hold all day, or at least till she gets dizzy, but the eggnog is affecting her breathing too even if Cam can time to keep her mouth closed. Plus Danica still thrashing in the extremely mobile knocking her goggles askew mid-revolution. “Gah! WaitaAAIEE!!” With a level of precision and expertise more attributed to her old personality than her current one, Danica takes advantage of the distraction to rotate onto Cosworth’s back, keeping the babyface’s left arm pinned in the milk punch with her legs Danica reaches over to trap Cosworth in an armbar. Made crazed and desperate by the Rolling Cradle, Danica doesn’t wait for a crack in Cam’s armor before taking things up a notch, raising Camille’s left limb and ensnaring that as well with a loop of her arms. Camile’s going to have to verbally give the match or learn to wrestle with her feet!
SCREAM FOR ME
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXKYy2bq5zI
Cosworth howls as both of her arms are pulled backwards, putting tremendous strain on her shoulder sockets. She beats her feet against the canvas, kicking up a small fountain of eggnog, then shouts to the official that she isn’t signalling a tap out. Fortunately, her Rolling Cradle had put them just arm’s length away from the nearest set of ropes, but unfortunately, she had no way of reaching out with either hand.
Instead, Camille braces her feet against the mat and begins pushing forward, her bare toes finding enough traction against the soaked canvas to drive both herself and her opponent towards the ropes, inch by agonizing inch. After maybe a dozen seconds of arduous work, the very tip of her nose brushes the bottom rope, and with a final effort, Cosworth stretches forward and sinks her teeth into the lifeline.
“YESH!” Camille shouts in triumph, her voice a bit muffled by the rubber-coated cable running through her mouth. “ROPESH, AL! I’M IN DA ROPESH!”
Carpenter quickly looks to confirm that the Girl of Tomorrow has indeed secured a rope break with her incisors, then he immediately begins the five-count for Danica to release the hold. Meanwhile, broadcast commentator Gordy Solis pulls out his phone to zoom in and snap a picture of Camille biting the rope for his BDSM collection, only for Yoona to snatch the device out of his hands before he can click the virtual shutter.
In a gross violation of privacy and etiquette, she begins flipping through the albums on his phone until she comes across a particular set of lewd photos and says, “Hey Gord-O, you’re supposed to be erect when you take a dick pic!”
A visibly flustered Gordy informs her that he was in fact at full mast in the picture in question, which only prompts Yoona to break into hysterical, derisive laughter. Back in the ring, Carpenter forces the Polish Pitbull to release her opponent under penalty of disqualification. Dadal gets to her feet and the official herds her into the far corner, giving Camille a brief reprieve to recover.
Cosworth rolls her shoulders one way and then the other to get some of the stiffness out, then she flexes and massages her jaw. Satisfied there’s no lasting damage done, she clambers upright and sees Yoona rolling on the ground laughing behind the broadcast desk where a red-faced Gordy Solis sputters and fumes while fellow commentator Joanna Coleman seems to be stifling a giggle as well.
“Oh, grow up, Yoona,” Camille grumbles. “It wasn’t that funny when I bit the rope…”
She quickly shakes off the embarrassment of what she thinks is her girlfriend mocking her and resolves to make up for that awkward spot by being extra spectacular for the remainder of the match. On the opposite side of the ring, Danica proves to be a willing dance partner, cautiously circling to keep pace as Camille approaches her.
After pacing a lap, the LAW import moves to strike first, charging forward and dipping her shoulders for a double leg takedown. Cosworth deftly leaps over the charging blonde and leaves her grabbing nothing but air, though Dadal simply continues her sprint towards the side of the ring. The Polish Pitbull bounces off those springy steel strands and comes hurtling at her opponent once more, and this time she goes high rather than low, figuring that even a freak like Cosworth can’t jump over her if she herself jumps into a Crossbody.
Danica’s hypothesis proves correct and Camille doesn’t hurdle over her for a second time, instead opting to catch her in mid-air as if she weighed nothing. It takes a couple of moments for Dadal to register what’s happened, then she groans in resignation.
“Aww, crap… I’m about to be on a highlight reel, aren’t I?” Danica sighs as Cosworth effortlessly holds her aloft in something resembling a bridal carry.
“Yup!” Camille cheerfully replies, then in a single smooth motion, the Girl of Tomorrow spins in a circle and lets go of Dadal’s legs with one arm while the other is still latched around her neck and shoulders.
As a result, Camille swings her opponent around her own body before re-securing another grip behind Danica’s knee, so that instead of holding her opponent chest-to-chest, she now has the Polish Pitbull strapped across the expanse of her upper back. A moment later, Cosworth drops onto her left side to drive the smaller woman headfirst into the eggnog with a spectacular Air Raid Crash piledriver.
AIR RAID CRASH (@0:35):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhdgrQG5grs
The FAWNatics let loose an OOOOOH in empathetic pain as Danica’s body seems to fold in on itself like an accordion before uncoiling a split second later. Already lying across her opponent’s chest with her right arm hooking a leg, Camille simply stays where she landed and pumps her fist in rhythm as the referee counts…
ONE!
TWO!
THR --
...before Danica shifts to one side to get a shoulder off the mat by the tiniest of margins with a fraction of a second to spare. The fans roar in disbelief, and even Camille -- never one to second guess the official -- shoots Al Carpenter a questioning glance.
The man holds up two fingers to confirm the count, and Cosworth doesn’t argue the point further. She gets to her feet and wipes some of the excess eggnog from her face before readjusting her goggles, then she looks down at her splattered opponent. Danica appears to have spent the very last of her reserves avoiding the pin, and she lies unmoving except for the rise and fall of her mountainous chest with each labored breath.
Camille is almost certain that Dadal wouldn’t beat a three-count if she just laid across her opponent for a second time. That would be the simple solution, however, and no maneuver in the Moveset of Tomorrow could be described as simple. Instead, Cosworth extends a leg and draws an ‘X’ on Dadal’s roiling belly with the tip of her big toe, then she turns and heads towards the nearest corner.
“Uhh… is that a good idea?” Carpenter cautiously asks when it becomes clear that the high-flying brunette is about to take to the air once more.
“Of course not!” Camille calls over her shoulder as she gives the back of her right leg a couple of slaps, and apparently satisfied that her hamstring is sufficiently recovered, she hops to the top rope in a single bound with the same ease that someone might step onto the curb. “It’s the BEST idea!”
Confident that her opponent isn’t going anywhere soon, Cosworth takes a moment to pose for the Gladiatrix photographers, standing atop her perch facing outwards with her arms outstretched as a barrage of camera flashes erupt in staccato sequence. Once she’s properly immortalized on digital film, Camille dips her knees, flexes her hips, and rockets into the aether.
Arching her back as she goes, Cosworth’s entire body pivots backwards in slow motion, completing a full rotation precisely as her leap reaches its stratospheric apex, even higher than her top rope Moonsault earlier in the match. Just as gravity starts to reassert itself Camille brings her knees towards her chest for an extra boost, and she rips through a second rotation on the way down before she smashes into Danica, abs against abs on the ‘X’ she had marked.
DOUBLE ROTATION MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yk7UuDvp0mI
The catastrophic impact from Cosworth’s Double Rotation Moonsault sends eggnog splashing in every direction in seismic waves that splatter the front row. Danica’s body jack-knifes into a ‘V’ around her destroyed midsection, allowing Camille to snare both her legs behind the knees for a pin as her shoulders drop back to the mat.
For the moment, however, there’s no count. Every person in the building seems to be so astonished that they’re petrified, including the slack-jawed referee. In the oppressive silence, the only thing that can be heard is Yoona’s continuous manic laughter at Gordy and Little Gordy.
“Uhh… Al…?” Cosworth softly asks as she pushes her goggles up to her forehead with one hand while holding the pin with the other.
When the official stands there gobsmacked and bug-eyed for another couple of seconds, Camille repeats, “Al?”
Still receiving no response, Cosworth groans and mutters to herself, “AWK-waaaaarrrrrrrd...”
“WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SEE?!” a man in the third row finally blurts out, and that seems to jolt everyone back into motion.
All at the same time, the FAWNatics explode to their feet and empty their lungs in wordless, raucous exultation. Carpenter stammers something that sounds like an apology, then he quickly gets down in the eggnog and pounds out an academic…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
“YOUR WINNER… BY PINFALL… CAMIIILLLLLE COSWOOORRRRTTH!” the announcer proclaims to exuberant cheers from Tomorrow-Morrow Land.
Camille releases the pin and brings her goggles down to her eyes once more, then she rolls clear of Danica and throws herself into an extended celebratory Spinaroonie in the center of the ring that splatters eggnog on the fans in the front row for a second time. After a half-dozen revolutions, Cosworth spins directly into a dramatic three-point stance, then rises to full height a couple of moments later when she’s sure that the photographers have captured her superhero landing pose.
A couple of feet away Danica stirs back to life, feeling as though she’d taken a blackjack to the head and a sledgehammer to the gut. Despite the protests of her devastated core muscles, she struggles to sit up for a good ten seconds before Camille grabs her right hand and yanks her up to a seat.
Dadal’s eyes widen in alarm when she tries to pull free and finds that she can’t, but it turns out Cosworth’s intentions are rather innocuous. The Girl of Tomorrow pulls off her swim goggles and tosses them to a lucky lady in the audience, then she looks Danica directly in the eyes and gives her hand a couple of firm shakes.
“Good match, Danica,” Camille says as she gives her defeated opponent a clap on the shoulder with her other hand. “See ya around.”
“Yeah… g-good match…” Danica wheezes from her seat on the canvas before she collects herself and adds, “Did any... anyone ever… t-tell you… your moves are… are…”
Cosworth’s face brightens up, and she offers, “Amazing? Fantastic? Phenomenal? Awes --”
“...total bullshit!?” Dadal finally manages to huff out.
Camille’s expression goes blank for a second as she lets go of the LAW star’s hand, then she suddenly breaks out in laughter.
“Yeah. Yeah, all the time,” Cosworth affirms between her chuckles. “Couple weeks ago I got Lenore with a Spinning Cloverleaf at Sydney’s gym, and she’s still salty about --”
“Ayyyyyyy, what happened? Didja win the match, babe?” Yoona interrupts as she kicks off her Crocs and wades into the ring. “Did she tap out like a bitch? She looks like she tapped out like a bitch.”
“Actually, Danica was -- wait, were you not watching?!” a flabbergasted Girl of Tomorrow blurts out.
“Naw, got distracted by Gord-O’s semi-turgid microdick,” Park blithely answers. “Anyway, tell me what happened! Better yet, Tits McGee is right here, just do it again and show me!”
Camille groans in frustration, her patience wearing thin after enduring her girlfriend’s incessant nattering for the duration of the entire match. A devious thought worms its way into her head, however, and a sly grin stretches across her lips.
“Show you?” she pointedly asks.
“Show me!” Yoona responds, missing the implicit threat in Camille’s tone.
Before anyone can react, Camille grabs Yoona in a Full Nelson and drives her face-first into the LAW import’s cavernous cleavage. The impact puts Dadal flat on her back, the bottom layer of a Park-sandwich with Cosworth on top. Unaccustomed to seeing the ever-wholesome Girl of Tomorrow do anything remotely raunchy, the FAWNatics go into a delirious, sex-fueled frenzy as Camille playfully scrubs Yoona’s face back and forth in Danica’s breasts.
“Merry Christmas, Yoona! Meeerrrrrrrrry Christmas!” Cosworth whispers as she playfully nibbles on her girlfriend’s earlobe.
Park’s squeals -- whether in protest or in pleasure -- reverberate against Dadal’s mammoth mammaries, causing the Polish Pitbull to bite her lip and whimper as her eyes roll back behind their half-lowered lids.
“Sorry, Danica,” Cosworth mutters with a bit of self-conscious chagrin as she continues to hold her thrashing girlfriend’s face in the other woman’s bosom. “Drinks on us later.”
“Mmmmhhh ohhh oooohhh…” Danica moans, pushing her breasts together with her hands and arching her back.
“Blueberry mojitos, great choice!” Camille chuckles as she moves to straddle Yoona’s lower back for more leverage.
The referee starts to remind his charges that they need to vacate the ring, but between the uproarious approval of the fans and the rare sight of Cosworth indulging in some sexy fun, even a consummate professional like Al Carpenter gets caught up in the holiday spirit.
“Ahh, nevermind,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders and a wave of his hand.
Settling into a corner, Al enjoys the show with the rest of the FAWNatics as the face-scrubbing continues well after the broadcast feed has faded into a video package featuring Becky Clayton’s World Title run.
“From San Antonio, Texas… coming in at five foot six and one hundred thirty pounds… she is your Girl of Tomorrow… CAMILLE COSWORTH!”
WONDER WOMAN THEME - HANS ZIMMER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gw_o7XUX3fg
The very mention of Camille Cosworth and the opening bars of her music brings the fans of Tomorrow-Morrow Land to their feet, summoning their heroine into the spotlight with a booming peal of man-made thunder.
CAMILLE COSWORTH
With the special venue promising a more wet and wild affair than typical for the Girl of Tomorrow, she wears a pair of swim goggles on her forehead in anticipation of the splishing and splashing to come. Otherwise, her gear remains unchanged, Camille sporting a royal blue and electric green two-piece ensemble that reveals just a tantalizing hint of cleavage and derriere. Compressive leggings extend downwards from just above her knees, leaving her heels and toes exposed to afford her the increased agility and balance from wrestling barefoot while still providing support for her joints.
A step behind Cosworth is her long-time girlfriend and FAWN’s most notorious nymphomaniac Yoona Park. Unlike Camille, Yoona is dressed to chillax rather than to battle, wearing a comfortably worn-in pair of old sweatpants and a tank top.
YOONA PARK
Side-by-side and each with an arm around the other’s waist, the power couple stroll their way down to the ring while chattering and giggling among themselves, the details of their conversation lost to the raucous cheers of the crowd. Once they get to the bottom of the entrance ramp, however, Park’s expression abruptly turns sour and she stops in place.
“GODDAMN IT, CAM! I TOLD YOU TO REQUEST THE HOT REFEREE!” Yoona screeches as soon as she notices that it’s Algernon Carpenter in the middle of the ring.
“I did!” Camille protests. “I mean, were you not referring to --”
“NO! JESUS, FUCK! NO! NO!” Park bellows as she wildly gestures and gesticulates at the lanky, perpetually scruffy man wearing knee-high galoshes and a zebra-striped poncho. “What the SHIT is wrong with you?!”
“Hey! It’s not my fault your instructions were unclear!” Cosworth huffs in exasperation. “How the heck was I supposed to know who’s the hot referee?! They’re all the same to me! And if Al is good enough for both Jenny Jacobs AND Juliet Bloodwind then --”
“Whatever, Cam,” Yoona grumbles as she stomps her way to an extra seat at the announcer’s table between Gordy Solis and Joanna Coleman. “From now on we’re gonna watch nothing but gay porn until you get better taste in men!”
“Actually…” Gordy chimes in as he leans over, “...Carpenter would make quite the twink if he’d clean up a little and shave --”
“SHUT IT, FUCK BOY!” Yoona snaps, cowing Solis into compliant silence.
For her part, Camille just rolls her eyes before she leaps over the top rope and into the mini-swamp of eggnog, landing on her feet with a wet sploosh.
“Uggh… wet socks are the worst,” Cosworth shudders and groans to herself when the goopy concoction seeps between her toes and soaks into the stretchy fabric wrapped around the arches of her feet. “Why did I agree to this again?”
“For the love of the game, of course,” the referee offers as he inspects her gear. “And because that bonus paycheck will buy a lot of extra socks.”
She doesn’t have much time to dwell on how she’ll spend her Christmas bonus before the PA system crackles to life again, and Camille lowers her goggles from her forehead to her eyes to prepare for her opponent’s arrival.
YOUR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT- NECRO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iqcv00Eb8Gc
“From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Atascadero … Standing at five feet, three inches… weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds… No longer a Squire, she is The Polish Pitbull, The Beautiful Berserker, DANICA DADAL!!”
Stepping out confidently through the curtains with a toothy grin on her face is the once sweet and supportive Squire to the virtuous Victoria Hackenschmidt’s Knight. Danica has embraced her inner wild child and threw away her mental hang-ups to become a two-fisted tornado that beats down anything that moves friend or foe. The pro wrestling community has taken this new “No Holds Barred” Danica, partially due to the Polish Pitbull’s finally leaning into her jaw-dropping sexuality. The honey blonde breaks into a full smile at the uproarious reaction to her first entrance in a FAWN singles match, the tip of her tongue darting out between her rows of teeth, Dadal spread her arms wide and did a little twirl like she trying on a new dress for prom. Unconsciously following Camille’s example, Danica wore an aquaized version of her ring gear. She’s wearing a white, shiny one-piece that framed her curves beautifully, was conservative in cut, no hint of the LAW wrestler’s mountainous mammaries or peach-like bottom to be seen by the fan’s lustful peepers. Satisfied everyone got a good look Danica set off to the ring with a bit of a light-hearted swagger in her step, which gave her bra busters an enticing wobble as she reached out to slap the hands of The Squire’s fans.
She strolls down the ramp on bare feet, long honey blonde hair in a loose ponytail swishing with each step; reaching out to hi-five a fan when she felt like it. near the outside circuit of the ring, she spies a loud, heavyset married couple carrying two signs that combined lettered, STANDING ON HACKENSCHMIDT’S SHOULDERS GOT DANICA TO THE TOP!
Danica frowns at the sign. The husband and wife hecklers laying into her with pointed verbiage seeing their chance to make LAW’s poster girl reflect on her actions. In a flash of movement, Danica hooks her fingers in the back of the wife’s hair and drives her shocked face into her cleavage! The chubby hubby is sputtering, staring straight at the scene as a cackling Dadal gives his woman a thorough face scrubbing to a loudly approving crowd! Seeing security beginning to trickle in Danica shoves the gasping and dishevelled fan back into her seat and struts onward to the ring with a mocking swivel in her step, calling out over her shoulder, “For the record, I’m trying to patch things up with Vic!”
Danica ambles up the steel steps and climbs to the top of the nearest corner, throwing her fists into the air for one last cheer, lightly bouncing on the second ropes, causing heavy bouncing in her jubblies. Yoona springs to the apron by Cam’s corner hurriedly speaking, ”Hey- If you worried about this match I can switch with you, I’ll handle her!” Eyes glued to Danica’s jostling chest as she leaps from the ropes for a splashy feet-first landing in the eggnog for her pre-match check. Camille lightly slaps her thirsty girlfriend on the shoulder, “I’m sure you would love too but I’m perfectly fine.” Camile pointedly keeping her gaze above the shoulders when she turns to look back at her opponent. Mentally sighing in relief Yoona was too busy miming a suckling baby during Danica’s entrance to notice her staring at her extremely endowed opponent. Camile quickly glances at her life partner’s perfectly portioned.. Significantly smaller chest and back to Dadal’s mountain range. Admitting with a bit of a whine, “She seems fun to wrestle.”
Yoona crosses her arms in a flash over her gurls, instinctively protective of them, harshly whispering, “You’re lucky I’m into cuckolding!”
Official Al Carpenter makes a motion for the bell, DING!DING! And the match is on! Both women audibly ‘slosh’ the eggnog with each step they take in a straight diagonal trajectory to center-ring. Danica outstretches a hand, looking friendly as ever, “Nice to meet you. I’m a big fan of yours, let’s tear it up.”
Cam’s face brightens and the mood in the building becomes more wholesome instantly. The Girl of Tomorrow loves politeness and respect before a fight. Camille takes the given hand in her own and they share a strong shake congenially responding, “Nice to meet you! I haven’t seen much of LAW but I’ve heard a lot about YouUU!” Danica yanks Cam toward as she leaps up with an assist of her free hand on the babyface’s shoulder. Mid-fall, Danica pulls Camille’s arm and head between her stems and hooks her right leg over her left as they Splash into the nogg. The smile on Danica’s face remained but strained with the effort of trying to squeeze Cosworth’s lights out with a triangle choke, Danica grunts, “To be clear that handshake was genuine. I just gotta get that W!”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZD5qE9RXxo
Camille was too busy gurgling into her arm to answer, her feet are already searching for purchase as the hold was being set but the floor of the ring was too slippery for her the usual ‘lean forward to get her shoulders down” for a pinfall escape, only sending ripples and waves through the pool of eggnog. Normally this kind of match was antithetical to submissions, but applying one right at the bell means they were both dry enough for it to work. The FAWNatics were on their feet! Are they about to see a tap out in less than a minute? Calling upon hours and hours of torturous training with Sydney Deschain, Camile spikes three accurate and powerful shots into Danica’s liver with her free hand. The Polish pitbull flinches with each strike and her grip weakens enough for Cam to pull her hand free, wrapping her hands around Danica’s right leg in an S-grip, Camile roughly twists out of the LAW wrestler’s legs bullies Danica belly down in the eggnog, now straddling the small of the blonde’s back in a Half Crab!
“That was a cheap trick with the handshake,” Cosworth chides as she leans back to put pressure on the busty blonde’s leg and spine. “Not cool, Danica. Not. Cool.”
“Spare me the lecture,” Danica grunts, struggling to crawl towards the ring ropes in the slippery eggnog. “You’re telling me you’ve never taken a shortcut?”
“Heck no!” Camille emphatically shoots back. “And I’ve got three ’FAWN Ms. Congeniality' awards to prove --”
“SHUT UP AND CROTCH CLAW HER ALREADY!” Yoona interrupts from her seat, which only makes the squeaky-clean Cosworth even more irritated. “Look at that camel-toe! She’s practically begging for it!”
Camille turns her head to the side to snap back at her girlfriend, and then the Polish Pitbull takes advantage of the distraction to turn the tables. She rolls hard to one side and bucks Cosworth off her back, leaving the Girl of Tomorrow laying flat in the eggnog. Danica springs forward and snares one of Camille’s ankles and starts to drag her backwards for another submission attempt, but Dadal almost immediately loses her grip on Cosworth’s eggnog-slicked leg guards. Suddenly untethered from her anchor, the LAW standout stumbles and topples onto her well-cushioned backside while Cosworth kips up to a stand.
A few steps away, Dadal scrambles to her haunches, and that’s as far as she gets before Cosworth puts her on her back again. Turning around and leaping onto the bottom rope in a single motion, Camille uses the springy cable to launch herself back at her opponent and thwacks her heels into Danica’s collarbones at the conclusion of a buttery smooth Springboard Basement Dropkick.
SPRINGBOARD BASEMENT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7pC8t2LY4Y
Cosworth splashes down into the eggnog, then she rolls with the recoil of her dropkick to tumble backwards over a shoulder and she lands in a three-point sprinter’s stance. A twitch of her legs sends her rocketing forward once more to press the attack, but then she abruptly pulls up short when she sees Danica has an arm hooked over the ropes on the opposite side of the ring.
“No shortcuts,” Camille reiterates, adjusting her goggles and giving her hair a rough tousle to shake out some of the excess gunk while she lets Danica catch a quick breather.
Dadal doesn’t keep her opponent waiting for long, and rather than milk the rope-break, she charges headlong towards Cosworth with her shoulders lowered for a tackle. Camille tenses her core and absorbs the impact to her chiseled midsection with a soft grunt, simultaneously splaying her legs out like a kickstand to halt Danica’s forward momentum.
The Polish Pitbull grits her teeth and continues driving her bare feet against the slickened canvas, but she can’t find the traction to push her larger opponent back. Her charge stopped in its tracks for the moment, Danica hisses in frustration and wildly swings her fists into Camille’s sides, though this too is foiled when Cosworth loops a pair of arms around her waist and wrenches her up into a Canadian Backbreaker.
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PJKVJTHDX8
Danica yelps in pain as her spine is bent backwards across the fulcrum of Camille’s right shoulder, kicking and thrashing wildly to try to break free. No such luck, however, as Cosworth has her hands firmly clasped together just below Dadal’s ample bosom to keep the LAW wrestler tightly strapped in. The Girl of Tomorrow flexes her knees a few times in rapid succession to bounce her opponent up and down, earning further moans and groans from Danica.
“HOT! HOT!” Yoona enthusiastically screams in lustful encouragement. “Grab her tits! Make her beg!”
Camille doesn’t seem very interested in either though, and after about a dozen seconds of punishment, she decides to try something with more pizzazz. Shifting to a one-armed loop around Dadal’s waist, she moves the other hand to the blonde’s chin, and then Cosworth dives forward towards the mat. Danica takes the brunt of the impact on her chest and belly, landing in the eggnog with a loud PLOP as the audience offers an appreciative ooooooh for Camille’s impressive Dominator.
DOMINATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BdgbyZYC3PQ
Cosworth flips her opponent face-up and quickly hooks a leg for the pin. Ever the epitome of professionalism, Al Carpenter doesn’t hesitate to lie down into the eggnog and he slaps the liquid for…
ONE!
TW--
...before Dadal powers out and rolls clear to the corner, her quick recovery perhaps aided by not landing directly onto the thinly-padded plywood.
“Save it, Yoona. Don’t wanna hear it,” Camille preemptively grumbles when she senses that Yoona is about to excoriate her for showboating with a power move instead of finishing the submission. Yoona’s headset from the Commentator’s table picks up Cam’s preventive statement and her lip-reading skills are excellent, but she still hollers “You should’ve finished with the submission! That’s what showboating will get ya! And take her top off!” Camille lets out a resigned sigh as she gets to her feet and splashes after a retreating Dadal. By the ropes and still on her knees, Danica with a composed expression throws up both hands declaring “Wait!” But not in the begging heel sense, in more of a ‘You’re going to wanna see this” sense. The novelty is enough to make a confused Cosworth halt, but she has her dukes up in an old timey boxer’s stance on pure reflex.
Danica reaches behind her to grab the middle rope and pulls herself from the milk punch muck and nods to her opponent, “Thank You. Looks like this is a serious match so I gotta be in serious mode.” With the expertise of a seasoned Chip n, Dale dancer Danica rips off her fighting togs! FAWNatics go nuts! This show just became worth the price of admission from the get-go. Danica isn’t fighting in the buff however, holding her discarded gear in one hand and the other on her hip, Danica is wearing what could be considered a two-piece but given the lack of material, it could be called a one half-piece. The same ivory white as her previous gear, a tiny triangle cup top that seems to be barely holding back Danica’s bounty given the way her breasts bulged at the sides, The bottoms are cut high on the hips to accentuate her legs, Polish Pitbull turns to the crowd, whirls her suit on a thumb and slingshots it into the crowd, causing a minor riot, purposefully letting Camille get an eyeful of her backside now significantly more bared.
Danica turns back to The Girl of Tomorrow and heads toward her. fists balled and rolling her shoulders like Danica was warming up for the fight that already started, those movements making her jubblies a-jiggle in such a hypnotic manner even a woman of Cosworth's etiquette had to stare mouth drooling. The brunette's stupor is broken by her paramour Park hollering from commentary through cupped hands.
“She took her clothes off! You have to do it too now! Don’t let her show you up!”.
Camille turns her head to give her girlfriend a light chiding look, "Shush!!" And turns back to see Dadal's hand out for another shake. The blonde speaks a little more humbly this time, “Seriously, I’m having a great time and I do respect you. No hard feelings?” Camille looks down at the hand and to the crowd seeking advice, as hot as they find the LAW import the FAWNatics are adamant that their darling home girl NOT trust this buxom stranger. This makes complete sense to Camille to turn Danica down, but it would be rude to turn down a handshake! And she really wants physical contact with the Pitbull since the wardrobe change…
Cosworth takes Dadal in a firm handshake to a loud, mixed reaction from the audience and a string of curses from Park, she smiles and says, “Not at all. I understand you gotta make a name for yourselfMPHHH!”
Daddy Dadal breaks the babyface’s trust again, pulling Cosworth in and glomping onto her like in the anime Cam streams in her off-hours. Legs around the FAWN wrestler’s hips in a secure bodyscissors Danica has both hands in Cosworth’s hair and is giving her an up-close and personal tour of the Polish mountains! Through sheer luck, The Girl of Tomorrow has maintained her balance in the eggnog, but the holiday beverage coating Danica’s chest has made the smother extra effective. In addition to the suffocating heat and enveloping pressure on her features the eggnog made Dadal’s chest audible slap and slide across Camille’s face in a way that made her lose all sense of the world, the smells of cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla were all-encompassing. Not to mention the eggnog and Danica’s natural tastes blended in a manner that Camille found very addictive considering how much her tongue darted to and fro across the Polish pixie’s cleavage. Can’t blame a gal for trying out an extra-large meal when she usually gets a small one.
Danica gives her opponent the scrub-a-dub dub with her girls, riding out Cam’s slaps and punches that begin to slow as the FAWN wrestler gives in to Jugg shock, the former Squire bites her lower lip in concentration as she nestles in closer to crush Camile’s surprisingly ample breasts with her belly and tighten the body scissors to pile on to the energy-sapping hold, “Just go to sleep, you’re not gonna find better pillows than these. Danica feels a murmur from Cam that’s translated to “I’m inclined to agree,” before that pleasing vibration is replaced with the stabbing pain of a pair of clawholds latching onto her kidneys. The mini jugg-ernaut jerk and whines as Cam’s fingers manipulate her innards like clay. Danica’s grip is weakening fast, Cosworth is so strong for her size, it's ridiculous! Planting her feet wide, Camille flexes her body as she gives the blonde wrapped around her a gigantic shove “MpahhhGERK!”
Camille’s face briefly emerges from Dadal’s bounty and she gulps down precious air, but a single breath is all the comeback kid gets. With shocking dexterity, Danica kicks off Camille’s knee after she’s shoved off and snares the brunette in a guillotine choke. Re-securing the Bodyscissor by crossing her ankles behind Cosworth’s waist, Dadal leans back hard and tries to bring her opponent down to the mat. After a short struggle, the indy import partially succeeds, forcing Camille to drop to one knee with a hand braced against the canvas to support Danica’s weight and her own.
“Whaddaya say, Camille? Need me to call it?” the official asks, sensing that the Girl of Tomorrow might be fading fast.
Cosworth grunts something unintelligible in response, and a moment later she emphatically waves off the referee with her free arm to make her intentions crystal clear. Having forestalled the bell for now, she sets to work getting free of the Polish Pitbull’s constricting vise. Her awkward position robs her of any leverage to power out or throw a punch, Camille instead blindly reaches behind her back to grab the other wrestler’s foot.
“Hey! What are ya -- HA HA HA!” Danica yelps when Camille’s fingernails start raking up and down her bare sole. “HA HA HA... N-n-no! HA HA HA… No t-t-t-t-t-tickling! HA HA HA… T-that’s… HA HA HA… That’s cheap! HA HA HA!”
The LAW star has the wherewithal to maintain her Guillotine Choke, but after a few seconds of the intense tickle counterattack, she’s forced to unwrap the Bodyscissor to get her vulnerable arches out of Cosworth’s reach. Without Danica so tightly latched to her body, Camille is able to get both feet under her and rise off her knees, giving her a much more stable base to exert her prodigious power.
Her neck still trapped between Danica’s bicep and torso, the Girl of Tomorrow wraps both of her arms around Dadal’s waist, and before the other wrestler can react, Camille pops her hips and arches her back to send her opponent up, over, and down into the eggnog with a teeth-rattling Northern Lights Suplex. Eschewing the traditional bridge into a pin, Cosworth rolls head-over-heels to get to her haunches with Danica lying between her legs, finally breaking free of the blonde’s grasp in the process.
Camille quickly secures a Front Facelock on the downed Dadal, but instead of answering with a Guillotine Choke of her own, the Girl of Tomorrow rises to a stand and lifts her opponent into the suplex stall position in a single motion. Cosworth keeps the other wrestler upside down and vertical for a beat, just long enough for the audience to gasp in awe at her freakshow athleticism, then she lays out on her back to drive the crown of Danica’s head into the canvas with a Brainbuster.
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX & BRAINBUSTER COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLUjINPhyiw
Despite the layer of eggnog cushioning the impact, Danica lands hard enough to bounce free from Camille’s grip before she ultimately settles into a boneless heap in the center of the ring. The referee gets down next to her immediately, both to check on her condition and in anticipation of a pin attempt, but to his surprise, he looks up to see that Cosworth has already rolled out of the ring.
As her girlfriend shambles by the broadcast table, a very confused Yoona asks, “Babe, what the fuck are you--”
“Not now, Yoona!” Camille squeaks as she makes a beeline for the nearest barricade.
Agonizingly aroused from having her face buried deep in Danica’s cavernous cleavage, Cosworth desperately searches for a way to put out the fire down below. She spots a fan in the front row holding a massive 64-ounce soda, and she quickly strides over and snatches the oversized container out of his hand without a word. Taking a deep breath to collect herself, she hops to a seat on the steel barrier and dumps the icy beverage down the front of her trunks.
“AHHH! AHHHH! OH MY GOD, THAT’S COLD!” Camille shrieks despite her best efforts to remain stoic, her body convulsing from head to toe as if she’d been shocked by a cattle prod. “I IMMEDIATELY REGRET THIS DECISION!”
Nevertheless, the impromptu ice bath serves its intended purpose and banishes all inappropriately sexy thoughts from Cosworth’s brain. After taking a few moments to compose herself, she instructs a nearby concession vendor to replace the fan’s drink and to deduct the $27.14 from her next paycheck, then she trudges half a lap around the outside before heading back to ringside.
“Not a word, Yoona,” Camille hisses to her girlfriend as she climbs onto the apron. “Not. A. Wor -- HNNG!”
She’s so preoccupied with her paramour that Cosworth doesn’t notice that her opponent has already recovered to hands and knees in the center of the ring. Seeing the opportunity to retake control, Danica springs forward and drives her shoulder between the rubber-coated cables to hit Camille square in the gut. Cosworth maintains her grip on the top rope to avoid being launched off the apron, but with the wind knocked out of her for the moment, she’s defenseless when Dadal pulls her goggles a few inches off her face and lets go.
“OW!” Camille yowls when the elastic band snaps the eyewear back into her face, and that’s enough to get her to voluntarily drop back down to the floor.
Cosworth instinctively pulls her swimming goggles to her forehead and rubs at her aching eye sockets, preventing her from visually tracking what Dadal is doing. A moment later, she painfully figures out what her opponent was up to when Danica plows into her with a Somersault Senton from the ring apron.
APRON SOMERSAULT SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cpn4mi8E3JI
Both wrestlers land in a tangle of arms and legs, blonde on top of brunette for the moment. Danica clambers upright first, with a more discombobulated Camille a few steps behind in hauling herself to her feet with the help of the steel barricade. Dadal figures that anything that works once is worth trying twice, and she climbs onto the apron again for a second go with an aerial maneuver.
Riding high on a surge of confidence after the success of her Senton, Danica decides to pull out all the stops. She grabs the top rope and slingshots herself up and over, but instead of landing in the ring, she comes to a seat atop the springy steel cable which then launches her in an arcing backflip towards her opponent still on the floor.
ARABIAN PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLgzmazRh5o
The LAW star no longer has the element of surprise, however, and just as Danica launches off the top rope with an Arabian Press, Camille dives underneath the bottom to re-enter the ring and hydroplanes all the way to the center of the squared circle like a Slip N Slide. With her target suddenly missing, Dadal somehow still lands on her feet -- if only for a moment before she stumbles backwards and drops to her rear.
Meanwhile, Cosworth pops up from her slide and sprints for the ropes on the far side of the ring. She bounces off the strands with twice the speed as before, and without breaking stride, she throws herself into a side cartwheel to build rotational inertia before somersaulting clear out of the ring. Flipping around one axis while spinning around another, Camille hurtles through the air and smashes into Danica like a human meteor just as the blonde is rising to her feet.
SASUKE SPECIAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kQln99YqL0
Normally the purview of only the tiniest flyweights, even the most jaded FAWNatic is suitably amazed by the picture-perfect Sasuke Special from a wrestler of Cosworth’s size. As is often the case in matches featuring the Girl of Tomorrow, the FAWN Arena echoes with a chant of “HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!”
Of the tens of thousands of people in the building, the only person who seems unimpressed is Camille’s girlfriend.
“Quit being a goddamn spot monkey, Cam! I can barely masturbate to this flippy shit!” Yoona shouts, her right hand conspicuously shoved down the front of her sweatpants.
“Oh, come ON, Yoona!” Camille groans in disgust as she peels her opponent off the ground and stuffs Dadal back into the ring. “Do you have to do that NOW? HERE?! Can’t you save it for the bedroom?”
“You say that like you didn’t just cream your panties when you were motorboating her tits!” Park retorts, and Cosworth’s face immediately flushes beet red.
“I did NOT!” Camille protests, her voice shrill with indignation and embarrassment. “Maybe I got a little hot under the collar, but I was perfectly --”
“Whatever, babe,” Yoona snorts. “Keep pretending that we can’t see the cum running down your thighs.”
“That’s EGGNOG!” the Girl of Tomorrow insists. “And also a bit of root beer, but absolutely NO --”
“Sure, Cam. Suuuuuurrrrre,” Park chortles through a leering grin.
Realizing that she’s only making things worse by arguing the point, Camille turns her back with a wordless, frustrated snarl and climbs back into the squared circle. In the opposite corner, Danica props herself against the bottom turnbuckle as she tries to un-rattle her brain and get all her senses back into place. Shaking her head to clear her senses, Danica sends droplets of eggnog flying in all directions, hearing her foe before seeing her Daddy Dadal blinks her eyes free of milk punch in time to see Camille rapidly splashing toward her and taking a running hop for a low altitude dropkick. Showcasing agility enhanced by the eggnog filled ring Danica grabs the bottom ropes and slips to the outside, with no curvy Polish woman as her safety net. Cosworth’s boots skim above the bottom buckle before the back of her thighs hit the padded steel and falling back into the muck, the painful reverberation of her misfire echos up her skeleton and Cam lies stunned in the descended canvas making nog angels, groaning “That’s not supposed to happen…”
Outside the ring, Danica takes Cosworth’s wet noodle legs and arranges them under the bottom rope, separated by the ring post. Bending the brunette’s right leg over her left knee, Danica lifts a short but shapely leg over Cam’s right ankle to keep the stems pretzeled. Grasp Cam’s left leg by the calf with both hands LAW’s lusted after icon warns, “Better brace for this one, sweetie!” Then raises her plant leg to drop back and wrench Camille’s gams with a modified Figure Four.
RING POST FIGURE FOUR
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A chilling shriek fills the air “AAAIIEE!!” Cam’s flopping in the eggnog like she’s electrified! The San Antonio Angel’s lower body feels like it’s on fire, her knees and tendons straining their structural limits by the classic submission with Dadal’s full body weight assisted by gravity, not to mention Cam’s center being pulled against the cold steel post like she was being split up the middle. Outside the ring and hanging upside down like a bat, The Polish Pitbull works the hold like she’s trying to tear Cosworth’s legs off and throw ‘em in the fryer for dinner. Swinging lightly with Camille’s thrashings Danica’s flowing hair sweeps the floor as eggnog drips down their bodies and dots the pads covering the concrete. Ref Al Carpenter is an experienced hand and isn’t thrown by the roar of the crowd or distracted by Camile’s distress, he issues a warning to Danica and when is goes unheed he starts the DQ count. “One! Two! Three!” Danica breaks the hold and falls to the floor somewhat painlessly, Camille curls in hugging her throbbing legs, grimacing in pain. Turning onto her side she moans sadly “Aahh… no Swing dance lessons this week..”
Danica Dadal climbs back into the ring turned holiday mug and hugs Camille from behind, at a slow pace in intermittently paused with clubbing blows to Cam’s shoulders and back, forces the brunette’s back to the buckles and forces her arms up and over the top cables then lifts Camille’s legs up and spreads them wide over the second cables. At the commentary desk, Yoona wants her girlfriend to win but loves the sight of her trussed up by a big titted blonde is hawt as hell. Her body jerking as she jerks It, Yoona mumbles, “Oooh-I’m memorizing this for laterrrr.”
Danica tilts Cosworth’s chin so she could look into her tired eyes saying, “back in a sec!” Giving Camille’s belly a loud, wet parting “Smack!” Danica books it for the far corner with long strides spraying Carpenter’s uniform with eggnog, with a sharp U-turn aided with a kickoff from the bottom turnbuckle Danica tears across the ring and leaps for an Avalanche Splash. Limbs trapped by the rubber-coated steel Cam can only stare agog at Dadal’s jostling melons as they speed toward her before crashing into her face like a pair of boulders, squealing fans in the front row are splattered with ricochet eggnog from the Splash’s momentum. Knocked loose and breathless Camille would have fallen forward into the bath if not Danica holding her close. Pressing chest to much larger chest, Daddy Dadal walks her from the corner before sweeping Camile off her feet and throwing her into eggnog with a close-quarters Belly to Belly to Suplex, Squashing the Girl of Tomorrow for the second time in less than a minute.
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Camille lets out a deep and low bleat as Danica’s weaponized funbags flatten her own. Half submerged in eggnog Camille’s wrists are stretched above her head as Danica takes a seat on her tummy for a pin, Al makes the count spraying all the ring’s occupants with each slap of the canvas.
ONE!
TWO!!
Kickout!!!
Another showing of Cosworth’s legendary strength and endurance, she forces her shoulder above the surface of the milk punch despite Danica pressing down with all the weight and power she can. The LAW import breathes heavily through her nose in frustration, ”Okay, no more missus nice gal.” Pulling up Cosworth by her soaking brown mop of hair, Dadal keeps the FAWN favourite doubled over and in a tight headlock, she gives it a big wrench combining it with a teasing hip swivel to get some whistles from the audience, Danica runs forward with Camille in type for a running Bulldog.
Danica calls her shot, “ Sheeaa Londonnwhoa!” The former Squire jumps with legs kicked out and instead of a controlled fall is suspended in the air. Camille’s muscles resume their steely nature and she lifts Dadal onto her shoulder showing off the blonde’s rump to a live camera before slamming Dadal hard into the mat with a Back Suplex that ripples the ring and the eggnog.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Up2NLlqhDs
The custodians are going to have a hell of a time cleaning up the ring area for the next match. Waves of the dairy beverage fly off the apron and stain the pads below, Danica rolls side to side caught between tending to her head or spine, Camile raises herself to a seat and fountains some eggnog that made it into her mouth, smacking her lips, ”Too much cinnamon.”
Using the buckles for support, Cosworth climbs upright while Dadal is still laid out at the center of the ring with her head cradled in both arms. The Girl of Tomorrow takes one look over her shoulder to triangulate the distance, then she goes from floor to penthouse in a single hop, leaving her perched on the top turnbuckle and facing out towards the crowd.
She needs an extra second or two to gather herself, her legs are a bit wobbly from the Ringpost Figure Four and the soles of her feet a bit slippery from the milky slop. That extra delay before Camille uncorks a Moonsault proves crucial, and just at the dizzying peak of the sky-high backflip, Danica regains her senses and rolls further away.
Against the typical wrestler, Dadal would have been safely clear of the splash zone, but absolutely nothing about the Girl of Tomorrow is typical. The absurd height of her Moonsault gives Camille the leeway to adjust, and she tucks her knees in mid-flight to get some extra rotation on her flip. Rather than crashing face-first into the deck, she sticks the landing on her feet and immediately throws herself into a second Moonsault, this time from a standing position.
It all happens so quickly that Danica doesn’t have time to get clear of Ground Zero a second time, and she ‘Eeps!’ in surprise a split-second before the rock-hard Abs of Tomorrow smashes into her own with a wet SMACK! that echoes off every wall of the FAWN arena.
MOONSAULT TO STANDING MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I30VnZq2L74
Laying across her pancaked opponent, Camille hooks a leg and mentally counts for the pin. She gets all the way up to ‘Seven!’ before it sinks in that she’s counting alone, and she cranes her head around to see that Danica’s other leg is resting on the bottom rope. Cosworth allows herself an exasperated groan before she duly breaks the pin and clambers upright, only to immediately drop down to one knee with a pained grimace.
“Ow, ow, ow! Hammy cramp!” Camille hisses and grabs at the back of her right leg, prompting the referee to immediately check on her.
Carpenter crouches down and asks, “You okay, Camille? Are you still good to go or do I need to call for the docs?”
“I’m good, I’m good… sorta…” Cosworth grunts through clenched teeth. “Think I can get a halftime break to walk it off?”
“‘Fraid not, Cam,” the official replies. “That figure four did some real work on your legs, you should probably lay off the high-flying stuff for now.”
“Thanks, coach,” Camille grumbles as she puts a hand on the man’s shoulder to help herself to her feet, then she gingerly paces a lap around the ring, the hitch in her gait subsiding a bit by the end.
Meanwhile, Danica has gotten to her knees with one hand swaddled around her devastated belly and the other propped on the mat for support. It seems she’s having difficulties of her own getting back up, but then Cosworth’s arms hook under hers in a Full Nelson and haul her to her feet.
Standing behind the smaller wrestler, Camille steps her right leg over Danica’s to root the Polish Pitbull in place. She releases the Full Nelson to instead trap Danica’s left arm under her right armpit, forcing the LAW import’s torso to twist and bend to the side at a painful angle.
“No! NO!” Danica gasps, shaking her head and sending droplets of eggnog flying from her blonde tresses as her opponent locks in the Abdominal Stretch. “Nnnn--aahhh! AAAHHH!”
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ey2U8tFbWgQ
Camille joins her hands in an S-grip just underneath Danica’s jaw then she leans back and gives her opponent a quick jostle, putting more strain on Dadal’s core muscles and causing the buxom battler’s breasts to jiggle and quiver.
“YES! DO THAT AGAIN! MAKE THOSE TITTIES DANCE!” Yoona demands from the broadcast table, now with both hands shoved into her pants. “But don’t make her tap too quick before I’m done edging!”
“Sorry, Danica…” Cosworth sighs, her voice tinged with genuine embarrassment although she doesn’t ease up on the hold, “I don’t usually do submissions, and Yoona gets a little… ahh… excited... when I do…”
Sincere or not, the apology is of little relief to Danica as she gnashes her teeth and tries to block out the voice inside her head telling her to submit. Previously crushed and currently stretched, her abs feel as if they’re on fire, and before Dadal even realizes it, her trembling right hand raises of its own volition as if to tap out at any moment.
Danica catches herself before she can prematurely surrender, however, and instead, she curls her flattened hand into a claw and digs it into the back of Camille’s right thigh.
“YOWCH!” Cosworth screams as the Hammy Clamp causes her muscles to tighten up again, and she shoves Dadal away and hops about on one leg.
Freed from her opponent’s submission and ignoring her own aches and pains to cause more in her adversary, the Polish Pitbull pivots about in the sloppy eggnog and levels Camille with a Discus Lariat right across the collarbones.
DISCUS LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0qJHBN70o8
Cosworth manages to at least partially roll with the impact, though it still throws her flat on her back with a SPLASH before she bounces back up to her knees. Danica grabs her wrist and hauls her the rest of the way to her feet, and a sharp jerk of the arm sends the Girl of Tomorrow running towards the ropes.
Camille takes about three steps before she drops anchor and skids to a stop in the sloppy eggnog, and still connected to her foe by their arms, she reverses the Irish Whip and reels Danica in towards herself. She catches Dadal across the chest with an arm, but rather than power through for a Lariat of her own, Cosworth goes with the momentum and throws herself into a standing backflip the precise microsecond she makes contact. Carried along for the ride, Danica is forced into a mirroring front flip and lands square on the back of her head and neck, the latest victim of an absurd, impossible combination of Ripcord Lariat and Spanish Fly that Camille’s fans and TikTok followers had named Edge of Tomorrow.
EDGE OF TOMORROW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LKZN7OiLP8g
Instead of going for a pin on the splattered blonde, however, Cosworth pops up to her feet for a brief moment before she collapses into the ropes.
“Bad idea...” Camille groans to herself, clutching her right hamstring with one hand and gripping the top rope for support with the other. “Really bad idea...”
“I TOLD YOU TO CUT IT WITH THE FLIPPY SHIT!” Yoona shrieks, removing both hands from her pants and pounding her fists into the table in frustration. “THANKS A LOT, CAM! YOU JUST RUINED MY ORGASM!”
Al Carpenter wades over to check on her and adds, “I hate to agree with her, but Yoona’s right, y’know. Again, you really shouldn’t be doing the high-flying stuff on a bad wheel.”
“That wasn’t high-flying!” the Girl of Tomorrow protests. “We were barely five feet off the mat!”
The referee stammers in confusion for a couple of seconds before deciding to not argue the point. Instead, he takes a look at the twitching body of the Polish Pitbull, and he starts his ten-count towards a knockout. Meanwhile, Camille props her right foot on the top turnbuckle and does some leg stretches, hoping to keep her muscles loose and limber for the remainder of the match. On the ring floor, half-submerged in milk punch Danica stares at the house lights in a daze, the sound of the referee’s count is extremely distorted by the liquid sloshing in her ears and Camille’s acrobatic slam scrambling her brains. Only the training by her friend/mentor/victim/ex-tag partner Victoria Hackenschmidt gets her to sit up at the sound of five, Danica in a staggered manner gets to her feet and wanders to the nearest corner, slipping in her last steps she throws an arm over the top rope to keep from falling back into the drink.
By that point Camille had gotten most of the creak out of her wheel and is wadding the perimeter of the ring back to Dadal, adjusting her soaking wet top and bottoms Cam tries to come off as intimidating when she nears her opponent saying forcefully, “Your next nickname will be armchair cover, cause you’re about to get pinned!”
There's a solid beat of silence from Danica in response to the ‘threat’ with an amused and quizzical expression. Cam chides herself with a jerk of the muttering a soft “...dang it” followed by a deep “BOOO!” from Yoona.
Danica approaches Camille trying to wave off the awkwardness, “It’s okay, I’m not very good at trash talk on most days either. Words don’t win matches anyway,” In an audacious move, Danica extends another handshake! Fingers wiggling in eagerness the blonde is a picture of professionalism and respect as if they were meeting for the first time and Dadal hadn’t betrayed Cosworth with the exact same trick twice earlier this match. “Let’s end this in style, huh?” The Girl of Tomorrow bites her lower lip in ponderment with hands on hips as the FAWNatics get loud in a divided reaction. Some fans are screaming for Cosworth to slap the insulting appendage away, others screaming for her to take it and give Danica a taste of her own medicine, and the rest yelling for the wrestler to get naked and go “old school”.
Camille is no dummy. She knows Dadal is going to pull something, but she didn’t get to Orlando and back from a career-ending injury by running away from challenges… and Camille didn’t want to be rude, what if it’s genuine?
Against common sense but in line with her sense of etiquette, Cam completes the pact, Danica switches to a two-handed grip to shake Cosworth’s paw saying, “I appreciate the chance you’re giving me, in more ways than one!” Danica lives up to expectation- firing off a bicycle knee at Cam’s chin as she pulls the angelic wonder closer. Camille’s no dummy though, mentally preparing for another turn of the coat, she gets her hand in front of her chin absorbing most of the blow, but a partial success is still enough to daze the FAWN fighter. Danica twists under the captured arm and slings Camille off her feet across and across her shoulders before driving Camille on her upper back for a splashy Olympic slam, the first phase of the Daddy’s finisher.
WOTJEK’S REVENGE- PART 1
youtu.be/qrDjBim__p8?t=456
A tsunami of holiday beverage ripples in all directions, Al Carpenter has to wait till the eggnog stops crashing on the women’s flopping bodies so he can check if the brunette’s in a pin. To Cam’s luck, Danica inadvertently slides off slamming her into the ring floor, buying her precious moments to gather her strength and impressively bolt up to her feet after a match ender of a move. Dadal follows a moment after, a little worried that Camille isn’t as weakened as a normal woman should be. The Polish Pitbull darts forward with a clothesline that Camille ducks with ease and slinks over to Danica’s left side faster than the blonde could blink, Cam throws her leg over Dadal’s and reaches down to the LAW rassler’s right. Fans think they’re about to see another Abdominal Stretch but Camille has something fancier in mind. The high flyer tightens her calves around Danica’s left while taking her right thigh, Camille throws herself back upending Danicia on her head and shoulders-then on to her ass-then back on her head and shoulders- then bck on her ass, and so on and so on. Danica was trapped in the swirling hell of the rarely seen...
ROLLING CRADLE
youtu.be/Ey5qMd92hNM?t=21
The creative Camille dragged helpless foe through an entire circuit of the ring, and then another, and another with no end in sight! Ecstatic FAWNatics are counting along with each completed loop, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!...” Danica’s no stranger to amusement parks but she is not a fan of this ride, her sense of direction and vision completely gone with each dunk into the drink and each dizzying trip around the arena. The Polish Pitbull’s screams and moans interspersed with gargling of the eggnog, the added stipulation turning the fun and effective into something banned by the Geneva Convention.
“NOOGHOBBB!! AAGAHHGRLLB!!! FUUUCBOGOH!!!”
Yoona’s taking note of the match time to get this audio for later.
Being such a physical specimen, Camille can normally perform this hold all day, or at least till she gets dizzy, but the eggnog is affecting her breathing too even if Cam can time to keep her mouth closed. Plus Danica still thrashing in the extremely mobile knocking her goggles askew mid-revolution. “Gah! WaitaAAIEE!!” With a level of precision and expertise more attributed to her old personality than her current one, Danica takes advantage of the distraction to rotate onto Cosworth’s back, keeping the babyface’s left arm pinned in the milk punch with her legs Danica reaches over to trap Cosworth in an armbar. Made crazed and desperate by the Rolling Cradle, Danica doesn’t wait for a crack in Cam’s armor before taking things up a notch, raising Camille’s left limb and ensnaring that as well with a loop of her arms. Camile’s going to have to verbally give the match or learn to wrestle with her feet!
SCREAM FOR ME
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXKYy2bq5zI
Cosworth howls as both of her arms are pulled backwards, putting tremendous strain on her shoulder sockets. She beats her feet against the canvas, kicking up a small fountain of eggnog, then shouts to the official that she isn’t signalling a tap out. Fortunately, her Rolling Cradle had put them just arm’s length away from the nearest set of ropes, but unfortunately, she had no way of reaching out with either hand.
Instead, Camille braces her feet against the mat and begins pushing forward, her bare toes finding enough traction against the soaked canvas to drive both herself and her opponent towards the ropes, inch by agonizing inch. After maybe a dozen seconds of arduous work, the very tip of her nose brushes the bottom rope, and with a final effort, Cosworth stretches forward and sinks her teeth into the lifeline.
“YESH!” Camille shouts in triumph, her voice a bit muffled by the rubber-coated cable running through her mouth. “ROPESH, AL! I’M IN DA ROPESH!”
Carpenter quickly looks to confirm that the Girl of Tomorrow has indeed secured a rope break with her incisors, then he immediately begins the five-count for Danica to release the hold. Meanwhile, broadcast commentator Gordy Solis pulls out his phone to zoom in and snap a picture of Camille biting the rope for his BDSM collection, only for Yoona to snatch the device out of his hands before he can click the virtual shutter.
In a gross violation of privacy and etiquette, she begins flipping through the albums on his phone until she comes across a particular set of lewd photos and says, “Hey Gord-O, you’re supposed to be erect when you take a dick pic!”
A visibly flustered Gordy informs her that he was in fact at full mast in the picture in question, which only prompts Yoona to break into hysterical, derisive laughter. Back in the ring, Carpenter forces the Polish Pitbull to release her opponent under penalty of disqualification. Dadal gets to her feet and the official herds her into the far corner, giving Camille a brief reprieve to recover.
Cosworth rolls her shoulders one way and then the other to get some of the stiffness out, then she flexes and massages her jaw. Satisfied there’s no lasting damage done, she clambers upright and sees Yoona rolling on the ground laughing behind the broadcast desk where a red-faced Gordy Solis sputters and fumes while fellow commentator Joanna Coleman seems to be stifling a giggle as well.
“Oh, grow up, Yoona,” Camille grumbles. “It wasn’t that funny when I bit the rope…”
She quickly shakes off the embarrassment of what she thinks is her girlfriend mocking her and resolves to make up for that awkward spot by being extra spectacular for the remainder of the match. On the opposite side of the ring, Danica proves to be a willing dance partner, cautiously circling to keep pace as Camille approaches her.
After pacing a lap, the LAW import moves to strike first, charging forward and dipping her shoulders for a double leg takedown. Cosworth deftly leaps over the charging blonde and leaves her grabbing nothing but air, though Dadal simply continues her sprint towards the side of the ring. The Polish Pitbull bounces off those springy steel strands and comes hurtling at her opponent once more, and this time she goes high rather than low, figuring that even a freak like Cosworth can’t jump over her if she herself jumps into a Crossbody.
Danica’s hypothesis proves correct and Camille doesn’t hurdle over her for a second time, instead opting to catch her in mid-air as if she weighed nothing. It takes a couple of moments for Dadal to register what’s happened, then she groans in resignation.
“Aww, crap… I’m about to be on a highlight reel, aren’t I?” Danica sighs as Cosworth effortlessly holds her aloft in something resembling a bridal carry.
“Yup!” Camille cheerfully replies, then in a single smooth motion, the Girl of Tomorrow spins in a circle and lets go of Dadal’s legs with one arm while the other is still latched around her neck and shoulders.
As a result, Camille swings her opponent around her own body before re-securing another grip behind Danica’s knee, so that instead of holding her opponent chest-to-chest, she now has the Polish Pitbull strapped across the expanse of her upper back. A moment later, Cosworth drops onto her left side to drive the smaller woman headfirst into the eggnog with a spectacular Air Raid Crash piledriver.
AIR RAID CRASH (@0:35):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhdgrQG5grs
The FAWNatics let loose an OOOOOH in empathetic pain as Danica’s body seems to fold in on itself like an accordion before uncoiling a split second later. Already lying across her opponent’s chest with her right arm hooking a leg, Camille simply stays where she landed and pumps her fist in rhythm as the referee counts…
ONE!
TWO!
THR --
...before Danica shifts to one side to get a shoulder off the mat by the tiniest of margins with a fraction of a second to spare. The fans roar in disbelief, and even Camille -- never one to second guess the official -- shoots Al Carpenter a questioning glance.
The man holds up two fingers to confirm the count, and Cosworth doesn’t argue the point further. She gets to her feet and wipes some of the excess eggnog from her face before readjusting her goggles, then she looks down at her splattered opponent. Danica appears to have spent the very last of her reserves avoiding the pin, and she lies unmoving except for the rise and fall of her mountainous chest with each labored breath.
Camille is almost certain that Dadal wouldn’t beat a three-count if she just laid across her opponent for a second time. That would be the simple solution, however, and no maneuver in the Moveset of Tomorrow could be described as simple. Instead, Cosworth extends a leg and draws an ‘X’ on Dadal’s roiling belly with the tip of her big toe, then she turns and heads towards the nearest corner.
“Uhh… is that a good idea?” Carpenter cautiously asks when it becomes clear that the high-flying brunette is about to take to the air once more.
“Of course not!” Camille calls over her shoulder as she gives the back of her right leg a couple of slaps, and apparently satisfied that her hamstring is sufficiently recovered, she hops to the top rope in a single bound with the same ease that someone might step onto the curb. “It’s the BEST idea!”
Confident that her opponent isn’t going anywhere soon, Cosworth takes a moment to pose for the Gladiatrix photographers, standing atop her perch facing outwards with her arms outstretched as a barrage of camera flashes erupt in staccato sequence. Once she’s properly immortalized on digital film, Camille dips her knees, flexes her hips, and rockets into the aether.
Arching her back as she goes, Cosworth’s entire body pivots backwards in slow motion, completing a full rotation precisely as her leap reaches its stratospheric apex, even higher than her top rope Moonsault earlier in the match. Just as gravity starts to reassert itself Camille brings her knees towards her chest for an extra boost, and she rips through a second rotation on the way down before she smashes into Danica, abs against abs on the ‘X’ she had marked.
DOUBLE ROTATION MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yk7UuDvp0mI
The catastrophic impact from Cosworth’s Double Rotation Moonsault sends eggnog splashing in every direction in seismic waves that splatter the front row. Danica’s body jack-knifes into a ‘V’ around her destroyed midsection, allowing Camille to snare both her legs behind the knees for a pin as her shoulders drop back to the mat.
For the moment, however, there’s no count. Every person in the building seems to be so astonished that they’re petrified, including the slack-jawed referee. In the oppressive silence, the only thing that can be heard is Yoona’s continuous manic laughter at Gordy and Little Gordy.
“Uhh… Al…?” Cosworth softly asks as she pushes her goggles up to her forehead with one hand while holding the pin with the other.
When the official stands there gobsmacked and bug-eyed for another couple of seconds, Camille repeats, “Al?”
Still receiving no response, Cosworth groans and mutters to herself, “AWK-waaaaarrrrrrrd...”
“WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SEE?!” a man in the third row finally blurts out, and that seems to jolt everyone back into motion.
All at the same time, the FAWNatics explode to their feet and empty their lungs in wordless, raucous exultation. Carpenter stammers something that sounds like an apology, then he quickly gets down in the eggnog and pounds out an academic…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
“YOUR WINNER… BY PINFALL… CAMIIILLLLLE COSWOOORRRRTTH!” the announcer proclaims to exuberant cheers from Tomorrow-Morrow Land.
Camille releases the pin and brings her goggles down to her eyes once more, then she rolls clear of Danica and throws herself into an extended celebratory Spinaroonie in the center of the ring that splatters eggnog on the fans in the front row for a second time. After a half-dozen revolutions, Cosworth spins directly into a dramatic three-point stance, then rises to full height a couple of moments later when she’s sure that the photographers have captured her superhero landing pose.
A couple of feet away Danica stirs back to life, feeling as though she’d taken a blackjack to the head and a sledgehammer to the gut. Despite the protests of her devastated core muscles, she struggles to sit up for a good ten seconds before Camille grabs her right hand and yanks her up to a seat.
Dadal’s eyes widen in alarm when she tries to pull free and finds that she can’t, but it turns out Cosworth’s intentions are rather innocuous. The Girl of Tomorrow pulls off her swim goggles and tosses them to a lucky lady in the audience, then she looks Danica directly in the eyes and gives her hand a couple of firm shakes.
“Good match, Danica,” Camille says as she gives her defeated opponent a clap on the shoulder with her other hand. “See ya around.”
“Yeah… g-good match…” Danica wheezes from her seat on the canvas before she collects herself and adds, “Did any... anyone ever… t-tell you… your moves are… are…”
Cosworth’s face brightens up, and she offers, “Amazing? Fantastic? Phenomenal? Awes --”
“...total bullshit!?” Dadal finally manages to huff out.
Camille’s expression goes blank for a second as she lets go of the LAW star’s hand, then she suddenly breaks out in laughter.
“Yeah. Yeah, all the time,” Cosworth affirms between her chuckles. “Couple weeks ago I got Lenore with a Spinning Cloverleaf at Sydney’s gym, and she’s still salty about --”
“Ayyyyyyy, what happened? Didja win the match, babe?” Yoona interrupts as she kicks off her Crocs and wades into the ring. “Did she tap out like a bitch? She looks like she tapped out like a bitch.”
“Actually, Danica was -- wait, were you not watching?!” a flabbergasted Girl of Tomorrow blurts out.
“Naw, got distracted by Gord-O’s semi-turgid microdick,” Park blithely answers. “Anyway, tell me what happened! Better yet, Tits McGee is right here, just do it again and show me!”
Camille groans in frustration, her patience wearing thin after enduring her girlfriend’s incessant nattering for the duration of the entire match. A devious thought worms its way into her head, however, and a sly grin stretches across her lips.
“Show you?” she pointedly asks.
“Show me!” Yoona responds, missing the implicit threat in Camille’s tone.
Before anyone can react, Camille grabs Yoona in a Full Nelson and drives her face-first into the LAW import’s cavernous cleavage. The impact puts Dadal flat on her back, the bottom layer of a Park-sandwich with Cosworth on top. Unaccustomed to seeing the ever-wholesome Girl of Tomorrow do anything remotely raunchy, the FAWNatics go into a delirious, sex-fueled frenzy as Camille playfully scrubs Yoona’s face back and forth in Danica’s breasts.
“Merry Christmas, Yoona! Meeerrrrrrrrry Christmas!” Cosworth whispers as she playfully nibbles on her girlfriend’s earlobe.
Park’s squeals -- whether in protest or in pleasure -- reverberate against Dadal’s mammoth mammaries, causing the Polish Pitbull to bite her lip and whimper as her eyes roll back behind their half-lowered lids.
“Sorry, Danica,” Cosworth mutters with a bit of self-conscious chagrin as she continues to hold her thrashing girlfriend’s face in the other woman’s bosom. “Drinks on us later.”
“Mmmmhhh ohhh oooohhh…” Danica moans, pushing her breasts together with her hands and arching her back.
“Blueberry mojitos, great choice!” Camille chuckles as she moves to straddle Yoona’s lower back for more leverage.
The referee starts to remind his charges that they need to vacate the ring, but between the uproarious approval of the fans and the rare sight of Cosworth indulging in some sexy fun, even a consummate professional like Al Carpenter gets caught up in the holiday spirit.
“Ahh, nevermind,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders and a wave of his hand.
Settling into a corner, Al enjoys the show with the rest of the FAWNatics as the face-scrubbing continues well after the broadcast feed has faded into a video package featuring Becky Clayton’s World Title run.