Post by hawkeye on Feb 3, 2021 2:06:08 GMT
The crowd is abuzz with anticipation. The first match of the night was labelled an open challenge, but with no indication of WHOM would be issuing that challenge. The house lights go dark and numerous spotlights turn on, illuminating the rampway a tense 10 seconds before music pours through the speakers and the FAWNatics become unglued.
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LAKEISHA BATES
LaKeisha Bates bursts through the curtains! and the cacophony of jeers and cheers increases as she spreads her surprisingly definedarms and legs in wide 'V's and slaps her hands together at her crotch. Her hands move to her hips where she views the crowd with a knowing smirk on her face, 'The Man's Army’ claims to hate her but whenever she comes back to Florida.
Bates stands clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging and a matching bandeau top. The letters LK are inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist is a thick black belt, for lack of a better term, that splits into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel and defined abs in the center of the polygon. The top, belt, and bottoms are connected by a pair of heavy black rings, and a third and final ring connects the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs is 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graces her bosom. The look is completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stencilled with LK in gold script.
The former World AND Tag Team Champion on both sides of the southern border eventually walks to the ring, taking her time and soaking in the excitement of the crowd. Returned from her most recent sabbatical from FAWN, Bates has clearly stepped up her training, possibly for her challenge for the BMD title, from lats to traps everything on LaKeisha is newly defined and in its prime, particularly that era-defining ass of hers. FAWNatics and Ass Addicts all agree it looks the roundest and firmest it’s ever been… at least fans assume. No one would dare try to cop a feel or risk getting Rumpshaked through the pavement.
The Woman with Dangerous Curves reaches ringside and ascends the steps with all the majesty one would expect of the Nubian Queen. Bates promptly DEMANDS that the referee hold open the ropes for her, which he does, albeit with some reluctance. LaKeisha steps through the ropes, pausing ever so briefly to clench her rear as a tease to the camera before fully entering the ring.
Bates waves for a microphone and is promptly handed one. She raises it to her lips but lowers it, listening with a bemused expression to the duelling chants of “WEL-COME BACK!” and “GO A-WAY!” She lets the peons get it out of their system for a few moments before roaring defiantly into the stick.
"That's right I'm back! And I’m better than ever, new moves, new body and the same bootylicious ass! I fulfilled my obligations in Mexico and I'm back for the BMD title! But that sawed-off Oreo is RUNNING! Cassava melons got Da Man saying I got to prove myself on US soil again. So whatever peon that wants the career highlight of being rumpshook by me... Get chor’ ass out here!"
The founder of Dangerous Curves tosses the mic to canvas and spreads her arms wide, ready and waiting to teach whatever bikini meat stepped up what it’s like to get knocked down by a legend.
“VAMPIRE”: www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_LuRWmCgrM
Soon as she said that the lights go out and the air is filled with an operatic voice singing through atmospheric hard rock. Candles alight on the entrance ramp as the Countess of FAWN appears to the cheers of the crowd.
ELIZABETH THORN
Elizabeth walks towards the ring soaking in the praise from her fledglings. A red hooded cape that cinches into a dress-like form covers her attire but as soon as she gets into the ring she takes it off with a flourish, letting her unnatural beauty speak for itself in a black thong leotard. She wore no boots so the scarlet nail polish on her toes captured the fan’s eyes when they travelled down her long, pale legs. Elizabeth flashes the unimpressed LaKeisha a full smile from across the ring, her ruby red lips parting to reveal the pearly whites of her canine teeth. LaKeisha mutters to herself, ”Dear Lord... I leave for ten minutes and the place is full of clones of Ariel The Fallen Angel." The announcer is handed his precious info cards as he steps into center-ring.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty-minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Houston, Texas, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds…” His voice trailed off when whatever was on his reference cards forces him to do a double-take. Then, clearing his throat and with little enthusiasm for this part, he said, “Ladies and gentlemen, she demands that you all bow down and show the appropriate respect for the true Buns of Mass Destruction Champion...THE NUBIAN QUEEN… LaaaKKKEEEIIISSSHHHAAA BAAATTTEEESSS!!!”
Bates turns and steps onto the bottom ropes of her corner, slapping her chest once and throwing her fists wide to the crowd yelling, “Bow down!” And is met with echoing boos, the nostalgia of the Rumpshaker’s return quickly giving way to hate.
The ring announcer continues, shouting "And her opponent! From Dearborn, Michigan… She stands at five foot seven inches and weighs at one hundred thirty-seven pounds the blood countess ELIZABETH THORN!"
The beautiful creature of the night follows LaKeisha’s lead and climbs up her corner but instead blows the fans a kiss, coaxing whistles and catcalls from her fledgling horde, then raucous cheers as she places her fingers by her neck then and spits up what looks like a cloud of blood into the air! showing her now bloody fangs jumps down looks at Bates licking her lips at her corner. The ex-world champ scrunches her nose, “Girl, you nasty.”
DING! DING!
The two powerful wrestlers march away from their posts and head straight toward each other, pushing off from her back foot LaKeisha takes Thorn in an elbow and collar. These bodacious beauties are similar in height and body type so it's a real battle for the upper hand from the get-go. Biceps strain, tummies rub and buttocks bunch in the effort. Even with Bates’ new shredded bod Elizabeth is a VERY strong competitor with youth on her side. The two are at an impasse till Bates takes the easy route, stunning the nocturnal beauty with a headbutt. Elizabeth reels back eyes watering, Bates quickly takes her a side headlock and grinds Thorn against her shapely hip.
Elizabeth hisses at LaKeisha and slaps at her body, the Dearborn Dame shuffles her feet trying to worm her way out of The Rumpshaker’s grip. Groaning through a constriction Thorn positions them to the east side of the ring and tries to push Bates off and onto the coils. If she can, Thorn will go for a clothesline to take Bates off her feet and grind her down with some matwork.
It takes a couple of tries but Thorn dislodges the Texan and sends her running into the ropes, on the recoil Bates ducks the clothesline and keeps course, recoiling again but with a clothesline of her own. Thorn proves slippery, dodging Bates’ scythe and now both gals are running the ropes. Pulchritude bouncing with every step, The Girl from the Ghetto and The Dame from Dearborn crash in the center of the with dual shoulder checks, neither goes down. Elizabeth smirks at a fuming LaKeisha, Bates sarcastically applauds,” Great job! you didn’t embarrass yourseERkk!” A kick to the gut interrupts her faux accolades. Elizabeth takes bowed LaKeisha in a front facelock and falls back to rattle the legend with a DDT that lands with an echoing “Thudd!”
A cross-eyed Bates bounces off her skull and onto her haunches like a human slinky. Elizabeth shoves the Bootyshocker flat to the mat and tries to take the match with a quick and snug crossbody pin.
ONE...
Keish shoves Thorn off with surprising strength! Throwing the Darkstalker a foot high and away. Thorn lands in a four-point stance with a cat’s grace while Bates kips up (not something Bates does typically, getting a surprise pop from the fans) and bursts to the ropes. Thorn grunts as she pushes off the canvas a knee, LaKeisha broke out of the pin with what amounted to dual palm thrusts to the stomach and chest. Regaining vertically Elizabeth turns with violence on her mind and “GOOHH!!” A highspeed shoulder concaves the vampire’s abdominals, LaKeisha showing off her increased power game with a Spear that the Dallas Cowboys studying tape. Bates carries Thorn over her shoulder like a sack of laundry for a few steps before slamming the vampire to the mat. Elizabeth slowly rocks from side to side holding her middle with a sick look on her face. Kneeling between the Night Queen’s splayed legs, Lakeisha wipes a light sheen of perspiration from her features, scowling down at her opponent. The Bootyshocker is not a fan of how much she has to try on the night of her big return, “Damn pale-ass zombie making me sweat…” Keisha grabs Thorn's ankles and hoists them by her ears for a matchbook, Elizabeth groans feeling her smarting stomach crunch involuntarily. The Bootyshocker makes sure to press in close against the back of the vampire’s legs so all of Lakeisha’s weight holds Thorn down.
ONE...
Thorn bucks the legend off and turns onto her stomach to avoid another pin attempt, but her relative inexperience has cost Elizabeth. Too slow in getting her bearings Bates takes advantage and straddles the brunette’s back and drops down, her infamous medicine ball-like ass plants at the base of Elizabeth’s spine. The luscious lamia jerks up as much as she can with a warbled cry “Rraghh!” LaKeisha reaches over and takes the raised chin with both hands as she works her firm thighs under Elizabeth’s biceps. Lacing her fingers Bates cranks back on her victim’s chin, torturing Elizabeth’s neck and back with a Camel Clutch.
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The vampire’s eyes bug out and a high pitched mewl escapes through her clenched teeth, her back is arched by the FAWN Original in a torturous C and suffers smack talk throughout the ordeal. “Quit Elvira! You got a career highlight in being in the ring with a legend, now head to catering with most of your spine intact.” The official repeats the question to Elizabeth but in a much kinder manner. Elizabeth ignores the zebra and hisses at Bates like a big game cat, she refuses to give up and slowly worms her way towards the ropes. Speaking defiantly with a grimace, “you can’t make a child of the night submit.”
The multi-tag team champ seems more annoyed at Elizabeth’s vernacular than her refusal to give up, "Child of the... what White nonsense is this?!" Bates reefs on the clutch for all she's worth in anger, putting a scary strain on her coerced camel’s neck but Thorn soldiers on and grabs the middle rope. Bates milks the hold for a 4 and a half count before disengaging. Shoving the undead one chest first into the rope and backpedalling across the Squared Circle. Crouching low Bates grips the middle strand with her left hand and beckons Thorn to rise with the right muttering, “Come on, Come on… I got a paycheck to collect.” Her back to the Bootyshocker, Elizabeth pulls herself up with the ropes while massaging her abused back. FAWNatics in the stands are screaming for Thorn to notice LaKeisha but all the voices mix in an indecipherable wall of noise. Keisha blasts off going from 0 to 60 as Thorn gets fully up, she’s going to prove a powerful Spear works as well as a stake- Thorn dodges! More cognizant than she let on, the Blood Queen turns like a matador letting Bates fly past. LaKeisha adjusts her angle just enough to not take a header to the outside but guts herself on the second strand, the rubber-coated steel cable bisects her tummy and slides up and down like an abrasive rolling pin as LaKeisha bounces erratically.
The OG Rumpshaker goes green in the face and places a hand on the apron to steady herself. Nearby Thorn smirks and angles herself to face the gold-wrapped glutes of LaKeisha. Straightening a hand flat she winds up dramatically to CLAP Bates across the ass. LaKeisha stops retching and is shocked to stillness aside from the fetching jiggle in her backside. She’s about to bark at the undead chick to step off when Thorn gives her backhand a try and CLAPs LaKeisha’s cheeks again. And again. And again. With wide, sweeping strokes the rump of Bates is beaten like a marching bass drum. The zebra stares at the perfectly spherical ass getting paddled and forgets to warn Thorn with a five-count giving the crowd more time to snicker and hoot at Elizabeth’s teasing antics.
Kept trapped in the ropes by Elizabeth’s free hand, The Fort Worth Native kicks and claws like a wild animal, shrieking and helping "AH! AH! AH! Bitch, that ass is worth more than your life!" The referee finally remembers his station, asks Thorn to release Bates and the s complies without complaint, she’s had her fun. The vampire steps back with hands raised to her shoulders, fingers wiggling and with a cheeky grin. LaKeisha detangles herself and shoots up to full height, restraining herself from massaging her aching backside. The Nubian Queen turns from her foe and gets in a flustered referee's face, reading him the riot act for his lax officiating, “Da Man can give his favourites all the advantages he wants! I can’t be held back or stepped over!” On that declarative note, LaKeisha whirls around and leaps at Elizabeth swinging a wicked right hook! Thorn ducks before her teeth are scattered by a hair and secures her assailant around the waist in a gutwrench grip, Bates barely has the time to register her miss before she’s spun head over heels and scooped onto Thorn’s shoulders in the powerbomb position. She’s in that terrible moment where you know what’s about to happen but can do nothing to stop it. Thorn hurls LaKeisha straight down onto the plywood of the ring, the undead damsel falling onto her stomach with the throw to increase the power in the slam to great effect!
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The ring quakes in the aftershock of the powerbomb, the crowd is popping heavy for the new generation of FAWN’s domination and are pleading for a pin, but Elizabeth has other ideas. LaKeisha’s back curves outward after the impact with the canvas, thrusting the Rumpershaker’s newly detailed abdominals to the sky, her face scrunches in pain and her fists ball up. LaKeisha’s gonna need an ice bath after this match. The OG FAWN wrestler’s is about to shout an expletive but her head is enveloped by a pair of pale, shapely thighs, Thorn has scurried over and locked on a side headscissors on Bates. Crossing her ankles to get the vice extra tight, Thorn places both hands on the mat for balance and sends a pulse through her legs that makes LaKeisha shudder and groan. The vampire taunts her prey with a low voice, “the only difference between the past you and today is that you came back with a bigger ego.” The muscles in Elizabeth’s stems shred into stunning definition, and she smiles watching LaKeisha’s heels beat the canvas in pain.
With a pair of crushing thighs around her head, Bates isn’t in a position to disagree with the Halloween hussy’s assessment of her character. Her searching hands slaps, paws and scratches at Elizabeth’s legs and haunches, suffering the intense pressure with all the dignity one could when reduced to a squeeze toy. Doing her best to think strategically in dire straits, Bates felt her way up Thorn’s hourglass figure till her trembling fingers found the vampire's navel. Strength renewed with the opportunity of escape, Bates and digs in a churning double belly claw. Thorn’s kissable lips turn from a teasing smirk to agape with a wordless scream, LaKeisha’s skills with stomach punishment have risen to a level rivalling that of a Harley Jo Collins! The girl from the ghetto’s hands chews into Thorn’s midsection with sadistic expertise, the vampire howls and undoes the scissors when two thumbs start to bully for entry for her navel. Elizabeth pulls her legs in and rolls away holding her tummy with both hands as she rises in stages, briefly resting her forehead against the middle turnbuckle of a corner.
LaKeisha is still on the mat but has pushed to a seat, leaning heavily on her right palm and hip with legs tucked in. Blinking away the collected sweat from Thorn’s skin LaKeisha takes deep breaths to calm her heart and make the room stop spinning, licking her lips and wheezing out, “Ugh, you taste like Hot Topic and Instagram.” Insulted, Elizabeth hisses down “Bates, I’d drink your blood but you’d taste too bitter,” she explodes from the buckles with long strides ready to roundhouse the side of this bytch’s face clean off!
Hearing her approach before seeing it, Bates leans sharply to the side dodging an alabaster foot moving 70 miles per hour. The force of Thorn's errant kick turns her 180 degrees, with vampyr’s back presented Bates throws her arm between her legs not for a low blow but a rollup! Elizabeth’s wide-eyed and squirming like hell, yelling “Trollop!” The ref dives for a count but Bates breaks it voluntarily trapping Thorn’s right leg under her left armpit and converts a pin into a Half Crab. Bates speaks boisterously over her shoulder to the grimacing brunette "I taste like gold, you undead curtain jerker."
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Straddling the prone Elizabeth’s waist, the Nubian Queen drops her glorious glutes heavily onto the small of the dead one’s back and leans hard into the hold. Elizabeth cries out in pain from the hip drop but keeps her teeth clenched from there on, not wanting to give this overrated stereotype the satisfaction of her pain. That may have been the wrong approach. Not hearing the howls she desired, Bates redoubled her efforts to turn Thorn into a one-legged wrestler, wrenching the captured limb side to side and leaning so far back Thorn’s big toe is a hair’s distance from touching the back of her head. Heaving with pain, Elizabeth’s hands go to her luxurious raven hair and tug at the lock locks to distract herself from Bates trying to pull her leg out of its socket. The official takes a knee by the vampire’s head asking if she wants to throw in the towel, Elizabeth grunts in response shaking her head no, digging her manicured hands into the coarse canvas she begins a slow crawl to the ropes. Unclear whether she’s speaking to the ref, Bates or herself, she speaks hoarsely “I won’t let my fledglings down.”
Bates lets out a curt ‘tsk’ and holds steady. Letting Thorn drag their total weight to sap her strength, just when Thorn reaches out a trembling hand for the bottom strand LaKeisha pins out of her seat grasping that right ankle and drags the Michigan maiden back to center ring. Continuing the game plan of Bates showing off new moves, the Fort Worth native drops into a grapevine of the purloined leg and starts twisting Elizabeth’s ankle like a bottle cap!
TEXAS TWIST
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Out of the frying pan and into the wok, Elizabeth grunts and hisses elaborate insults at Bates, none which are fit to repeat despite her flowery language. Bates smiles as she turns the vampire’s ankle like a steering wheel, sarcastically asking, “ I don’t watch a lot of horror movies. Do bloodsuckers die when their ankles pop or is it a strictly stake through the heart deal?” The Blood Countess pays no mind to her opponent’s attempts at verbal jabs, mainly because she’s too busy trying to mentally block out the pain from the ankle lock torturing her lower body. Thorn bites into the crook of her arm to keep from screaming, the last few minutes have not been kind to her legs. Ignoring the ref’s inquiries, she plants her palms heavily onto the mat and starts hand-walking herself and LaKeisha aaallll the way back to cables. Eyeing the bottom strand with a predator’s focus, Elizabeth grunts with each ‘step’ enduring the pain of the Ankle Lock she bites her bottom lip so hard she nearly breaks the skin.
Lakeisha finds the speed at which Thorn is travelling the Squared Circle a distressing indicator of the vampire’s remaining strength. Looking to sap the reservoir as much as possible LK doubles down on the submission, turning Elizabeth’s foot at a distressing angle and gives a sustained flex of her thick but firm thighs to cut off the blood flow to brunette’s leg. The vampire’s form takes on a noticeable shiver and a whine escapes her lips but Elizabeth’s progress will not slow! With a desperate lunge she grabs the bottom rope in a clenched fist, Lakeiska milks the count for all its worth, turning up the juice in the submission before disengaging at 4.5, unwrapping her legs from Elizabeth’s and scooting on her bubble butt back a few feet before working her way to standing. Elizabeth hisses in pain when she tentatively moves her abused wheel around to get some feeling back into it, then hisses in anger at Bates when she tries to rush at her, the zebra does his job and steps between them. Doing his very best to back a rowdy LK back while Thorn is in the ropes. LaKeisha loses interest in getting past the brave official and plays to the crowd, loudly claiming, “she ain’t ready! She. Ain’t. Ready for Rumpshaker!” The FAWNatics boo with the fervour as they did on LaKeisha’s first night in the building, Elizabeth Thorn has a lot of clout with the fans, the young woman’s extravagant personality and poise in the ring made her favourite of the newer generation of talent. Speaking of, the vampire has regained verticality with the aid of the ropes, limping along with them while holding the top strand to regain her gait. As she does, Bates pulls herself onto a seat at the top of a corner so she can hurl insults at Da Man’s peons more easily, allowing Thorn to collect herself. The former tag team champion is more concerned with getting the crowd to hate her than securing the win, as far LaKeisha is concerned this fight is already over. Thorn senses this mindset and is offended. She yells angrily to LaKeisha, “Get down here! The weight of your ass is bending the steel in the turnbuckles!“
LaKeisha goes still and turns her head to look at Elizabeth stone-faced, Gripping the top ropes she kicks her legs out and lands on the ring floor with a soft “thump” the next thing LaKeisha says doesn’t have the tone of a threat, more that it was a matter of fact.
“I’m going to grind on your face till you turn to dust.”
Elizabeth sneers, “Sure you don’t want to make another trip to Mexico first?” Bates explodes from the corner and Elizabeth a millisecond behind follows suit, the vampire hoping to ram her shoulder into the has-been’s gut. With matching strides, the two big gals speed toward an epic collision- Bates feints! The Bootyshocker turns away at the last moment before contact interlocking her arm with Thorn and flipping the vampire head over bare heels with an echoing hiptoss, Thorn bounces high off her back but with feline agility gets her feet back under herself and turns throw hands, but gets gutted by the broadside of LaKeisha’s thigh. Doubled over, Elizabeth is easily taken into a grinding front facelock, Bates throws herself back for a DDT but Elizabeth smartly tenses up and tries to rise into a Body Drop. Bates’ rises a few feet off the canvas but she bears down on the facelock and kicks her feet to tilt her body weight back towards the ground, the reversal aided no doubt by the low center of gravity provided by LK’s bodacious booty.
Bates growls, “Quit squirming and take your medicine!” She tries again for the DDT but enough time has passed for Elizabeth to break LK’s grip enough to bend her fingers back, the Dearborn Damsel slips her head free as Bates yips, swiftly twisting as she rises Elizabeth swings the captured arm back in epic Arm Wringer that takes LaKeisha off her feet and faceplants her HARD against the ring floor.
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It happens so fast. Bates doesn’t have time to acknowledge her arm testing its structural limits before her spatial reasoning takes a hard reset with its impact with the canvas, shoulder nearly torn from its joint and brains scrambled LaKeisha lies still save for the reverberations of the ring making her backside subtly wobble to the delight of the in the front row. Elizabeth takes a moment to make a theatrical bow to the FAWNatics who respond with warm applause, before maneuvering her foot under Bates’ ribs flipping The Girl From The Ghetto onto her back. The lights of the arena swirling in Lakeisha’s vision are replaced with Elizabeth’s pleased upside-down visage, “Allow me to welcome you back to FAWN, bitch.” she bestrode her opponent’s head, rhythmically shaking her bethonged gothic rump in LK’s face to cheers and whistles from the crowd.
Bates sees red but her sore limbs don’t cooperate with her urge to tear the undead darling apart. "Don't you dareMmppph!!" Elizabeth drops into a wide-legged seat on LaKeisha's face and works her hips like the teacups at Disneyland set to MAXIMUM. With gyrations that would make the brides of Dracula blush, Elizabeth creates a career highlight humbling a legend beneath her cheeks. LaKeisha flails and bucks trying to dislodge the dhampir currently tweaking her nose without her hands, Elizabeth centers as much of her weight as she can onto LaKeisha’s face while leaning forward to hold down the Rumpshaker’s waist, she’s going to ride this pony to victory. The official is belly to the canvas ready to count a pin but Bates’ furious but restrained movements are too erratic for the facesit to settle into a pin, the veteran instinct of Bates has her keeping a shoulder up even when enraged. Desperation growing and oxygen depleting LaKeisha hauls her legs up and crosses her ankles behind Thorn's ears, the brunette is too consumed by ardour to react in time(she’s in the midst of a DEEP grind) Keish’s gams swing back down slamming Elizaberth’s face into the covered plywood.
“Ugh!” Holding her face Elizabeth flops off of Bates onto her side and grunting “What? You like doing it to others, now you know what it’s like on the other end” Lakeisha ignores her, pointedly turning her back to Thorn as she powers to a knee. Insulted, Elizabeth drives a palm into the mat and pushes off it to snag the scruff LK’s neck. Pow! Keisha pivots on the joint and drives a rolling elbow to the side of Elizabeth’s neck. The luscious lamia violently drops back to the mat, she’s shoved onto her belly when The Rumpshaker pushes off her to stand.
LaKeisha plants a boot in the pace between Thorn’s splayed stems, taking her left leg and crosses it into and knots them around her leg in Thorn’s wrist in a tight grip and presses a boot on the vampire's back to keep it pinned. Lakeisha makes Thorn feel all her weight when she leans down to take the other wrist, the brunette squawks and kicks her legs worried she’s about nailed to the canvas. LaKeisha growls as she pulls up on Elizabeth’s arms as she works the space between the vampire’s shoulder blades like a Wah-Wah pedal, "By the end of this fight you’re gonna find out what it’s like to get rumpshakin to the center of the earth!" LaKeisha yanks up hard, taking Elizabeth’s upper body off the mat before driving her back down for a cringeworthy ‘Thud!” with a thrust of her leg.
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Elizabeth grunts from the bottom of her stomach and cradles her freshly rattled cranium, having ragdolled the moment she splashed against the plywood her legs detangled themselves from Bates. Despite the pounding in her head Elizabeth tucks in her legs and starts rolling to the safety of the ropes. LaKeisha’s in no mood to let her foe take a breather and yells, “Hey! Quit runnin’!” Picking her spot when Elizabeth turns onto her belly she stomps on Thorn's barefoot in a moment of pettiness, grinding her boot on the vampire’s sole. Thorn cries out and her fingers curl in agony, in a sudden flash of fury she pushes off the mat to retaliate but crumbles back to the canvas when Bates hits an elbow drop to the small of her back. The Texan Terror smoothly slides into a grounded front facelock and forces the vampire vertical, lifting Elizabeth’s arm over her neck and tensing for a Snap Suplex.
Elizabeth’s groaning like a ghoul from the assault she’s weathered the last few minutes, but she’s far from giving up this fight. Allowing herself to be pulled up by LK, she plays possum till the lift-off for Suplex and entwines a leg around LaKeisha’s, rooting Thorn to the ground. Dissatisfied, LaKeisha growls and tries again but Fangoria’s favourite is immovable. Elizabeth bullies some room in the Suplex hold and gets her arm off of Bates, rearing it back and pistoning it out into the bridge of the legend’s nose. The elbow hits square and Bates backpedals with a squawk, eyes misty. Cupping her hands her nose LK muffles out a curse, “Fukkin bit-!” Thorn whips herself in a full circle slamming her brawny arm against LaKeisha’s breasts with a Discus Lariat.
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The air leaves LaKeisha’s lungs before she slaps hard back first onto the plywood, the back of her head hits the mat a millisecond after setting off sparks and church bells behind her eyes. Nary a word of boast for her comeback, Elizabeth goes for the cover after nailing the lariat hooking LK’s left leg, grapevining the other and pressing LaKeisha’s cheek into the canvas with her free hand.
ONE…
TWO…
“Arghaa!!”
The Ref hits a count of 2.5 when Bates savagely yanks on Elizabeth's hair to break the pin, pulling the raven locks and the body they were attached to off the Bootyshocker General. Elizabeth hisses feeling her hair nearly ripped from her scalp and grabs a bit of Bates’ hair as payback, the two locked in catfighting stalemate; on their knees and trying to snatch each other bald. Elizabeth bites down a scream feeling LK rake her nails down the back of her head and pulls on LaKeisha’s (assumed) weave like she was taking off a mask, grunting, “I’m a vampire and I have more honour than you!” with venom in her voice.
Bates' tone is equally acidic, "You're a fangirl, and honour doesn't win championships." Still tugging in the undead woman’s coif like her life depended on it, Bates jumps into a crouch and pounces on the vampire, snapping her legs onto Thorn’s midsection and locking her ankles for a boa constrictor-like body scissors. A strangled cry escapes Thorn’s throat when those chocolate gams threaten to shrink her waistline. Lakeisha’s weight unsupported on her makes Elizabeth tilt forward till the OG BMD’s buns rested on the canvas, their hands still entwined in the other’s hair, pointedly ignoring the official’s bids to release. If Elizabeth gives up the hairpull she’s certain the legend has something worse in mind. Thoughts racing, Elizabeth inches their bulk forward, contemplating, if I can get her shoulders down… “AH!” Elizabeth is in the midst of giving LaKeisha the most painful set of ponytails ever when Bates concedes in the weave war. Letting go of Thorn’s abused follicles to strike a Mongolian Chop to the sides of the vampire’s neck “Urg!” For a brief moment, Thorn loses strength in her limbs making it easy for LaKeisha to jam her elbows on top of the White woman’s, freeing her glorious mane. Bates furiously whispers, “Never touch a Black woman’s hair.” And laces her fingers behind Elizabeth’s head and drives the lamia DEEP into her cleavage!
Front Sleeper aka Jugg Smother, LaKeisha Bates to Elizabeth Thorn!?
Bates has locked in a Front Sleeper! Something never before seen in FAWN, or possibly any match of Lakeisha’s performed in public, the Bootyshocker has always had the large, shapely assets for the move, but has forever stuck to her rumpshaking style. Her latest sabbatical from FAWN has really raised LK’s game. Thorn shoving at the pultrictude wrapped around her but can’t get free of the legend’s bosom, In the sweltering, salty prison of LaKeisha’s flesh, Elizabeth grows frantic as her air supply ebbs ever lower. Firing punches to Bates’ ribs and haunches, Elizabeth encourages her opponent to release her head with tokens of suffering, but the first-generation FAWN pulls Thorn deeper into the smother as payback. Gripping her elbows to put the squeeze on the vampire’s head, LaKeisha rolls her shoulders to scrape and scrub her underused Jugs against Elizabeth’s face and crush the vamp’s nose against her sternum. Bates feels a moan ripple through her tit-flesh
Drowning in the excellence that LK would later dub on social media, “Chocolate Milk” Thorn’s movements slow, her punches and clawing lose their intensity and reduce to pawing at LaKeisha’s hips. The Texan bares her pearly whites and her biceps and thighs shred with effort as LaKeisha tries to suffocate, decapitate, and decussate the Michigander, taunting “Alright! This has been fun But I think it’s time to go to bed!” Elizabeth murmurs something back but it’s buried under the weight of Bates’ breasts. The vampire’s hands begin to drop to the canvas, and the nearby zebra kneels to raise Thorn’s wrists- Thorn’s hands flash to Bates’ black waistband and she gives Bootyshocker Prime a hellacious wedgie!
Elizabeth pulls on Bates’ bottoms as hard as she can, turning those gold shorts into dental floss in a second. This isn’t normally part of Elizabeth’s repertoire, but the veteran’s pompous attitude warranted this tawdry offence. Thorn yanked, pulled and sawed LK’s bottoms like her life depended on it, constantly squirming to get free of the Jugg Smother as she pulls. The air fills with Bates’ screams and yelps as her shorts betrayed her, she still had the smother applied but LK’s grips are weakening with each burning run of material across her center. Elizabeth corrals the legholes of Bates’bottoms in one hand and curls her now free mitt into a fist and hatefully pounds LaKeisha’s pelvis! The first blow springs the bodyscissors loose from Elizabeth’s waist, LK’s legs spilling like wet noodles onto the canvas, out of sheer need LaKeisha has managed to keep her juggs on Thorn’s face their struggles got the tiniest amount of wiggle room and the Dearborn Damsel has new air filling her lungs and fueling new strength in her limbs. Elizabeth spikes LaKeisha’s pelvis again, making the Texan’s shudder, then go rigid when the vampire pulls the Bootyshocker’s shorts near the base of her neck, baring 99% of those bodacious buns. LaKeisha nearly bites through her lip on that last eye-watering yank.
"Youcheapshottingmosquitoerrhh!!" Thorn gives one more crotch ripper of a pull and Bates can’t stands no more! She kept the jugg smother in longer than anyone thought possible, but Thorn has a surprisingly excellent wedging technique and even legends have their limits. LaKeisha shoves Elizabeth free of her cleavage onto her back, the vampire rolls away with her first bounce on the mat and just lays there, catch her breath with the tit sweat on her face shining under the houselights. LaKeisha knelt forehead to canvas and bared ass in the air like she was begging for mercy. The Texan slowly tilts and falls onto her side, curling deeper into a full fetal position, trying not to bawl in front of Da Man’s peons. Wiping her face clear of Bates’ perspiration Thorn raises herself on an elbow, feeling the Rumpshaker’s burning gaze on the back of her head Thorn lazily justifies, “Hey, you would’ve done the same to me.”
Bates refuses to respond, silently staring a hole through Elizabeth’s head as she adjusts her now stretched out and distended shorts to meet standards of public decency. The referee shows some discretion in letting the wrestlers catch their breath before they start up again, the FAWNatics shower the women with applause, loving the intensity between these competitors meeting for the first time, and the catty turn the match had taken. Bates and Thorn both trudge in painful stages to their full heights at the same time, pausing a moment for a stare down. Bosoms heaving in exhaustion, noses flaring… and they lunge at each other! LK goes for a toe kick to the belly but Thorn catches her by the ankle, she teases flipping Bates over, jerking the leg higher and higher as The Girl from The Ghetto bounces on one foot swiping at Elizabeth’s face, instead Thorn uses the leg as a leash. Pulling LK forward and slipping behind her to get back to back and butt to booty, hooking her arms around Lakeisha’s and kneeling for a backslide pin. Lakeisha cries out feeling her shoulders touch mat and madly bicycles her feet trying to squirm out, the official dives foe the count and slaps the mat.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!!!
Lakeisha springs free at the last moment saving the match! Both women on their knees launch into attacks, LaKeisha’s whips out her arm for a sawed-off clothesline but Thorn’s a touch faster CLAPing a palm strike against a stunned Bootyshocker’s cheek (one on her face). The mistress of the night takes LK by the hair and rams her head into the mat, then presses her front to LaKeisha’s back, looping her arms across the veteran’s tummy. Forcing Lakeisha to rise with her, Elizabeth ‘huffs’ and flips the booty battler onto her back, transitioning into a gory special.
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A smile begins to grow on Elizabeth’s pale face as she bends Bates across her back. Each cry of pain the Rumpshaker releases with each hop and jostle the vampire makes is music to Elizabeth’s ears. Elizabeth tenses, jerking down on LaKeisha’s wrists while arching her back. Bates screams out worrying her arms are about to pop out of their sockets. The ref steps close, “what do you say Bates you want to give up?”
Redfaced with tears mingling with her sweat, LaKeisha growls, still intimidating, even while contorted in an agonizing knot, “I'm sure Da Man would like, wouldn't he? EEEERGHH!!" Not hearing the desired response Elizabeth switches her handholds Bates’ wrists to her chin, cranking it forward like it’s the heaviest pickaxe in the world, exposing LaKeisha’s neck to the world. Hopping once to get a starting groan out of her cargo, Thorn stalks the perimeter of the ring, bumping Bates with each step. Wringing out more moans and mews from the overly proud FAWN legend makes Elizabeth break into a toothy grin, the lights sparkling off her canines as she makes an example out of Bates.
Trapped and stretched on Thorns back, LaKeisha curse a blue streak “Gawdfukkinbullshitcu-” Having had her fill with this indignity LK waits for an unguarded moment then wrenches an arm free nearly dislocating it in the process, with her freed limb LaKeisha grabs Thorn’s right middle finger and bends it back like she’s going to snap it off! A shrill wail fills the air from Thorn’s lips, the brunette losing her composure and balance as she’s caught between maintaining her hold and saving her finger. In the Ruckus LaKeisha frees her other arm, she lets go of Thorn’s finger and spreads her arms out in a T. LaKeisha leans back, then hurls herself forward sending the antagonistic duo in a flipping spin cycle; Elizabeth landing hard on her back in a matchbook, arms pinned under Bates’ outstretched legs.
SUNSET BOMB
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LaKeisha reaches over to presses down on the back of Elizabeth’s right thigh to secure the pin while the referee slides in for the count. Voice raspy from screaming the last few minutes, the Legend sneers hoarsely, “Time to go back to catering.”
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
Elizabeth Thorn isn’t beat yet. The vampire kicks out before the only slap that matters, flopping out of Keish’s clutches onto her elbows. The Bootyshocker’s too frustrated with her enemy to argue with the zebra about his slow count, she powers to vertical, commentating, "Oh, I see the zombie doesn't want to go back into her grave." Mixing up her undead creatures, Bates pulls up a resisting Thorn onto her feet facing the crowd, Keish digs her fingers into the Darkstalker’s trapezius keeping Thorn still with a nerve hold as she slowly brings a fist back and rams her knuckles into Elizabeth’s lumbar. “AAH!” The vampire stumbles forward as she’s forcibly bowed backwards, LaKeisha turns away, reaching back to cup Thorn’s chin and pulls the undead’s head over her shoulder. LaKeisha kicks out her legs landing a short height onto her heavily cushioned back porch, Elizabeth gets a much harsher landing, jarring her neck against Bates’ shoulder before falling onto her side, rubbing her nape.
HANGMAN’S NECKBREAKER
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Made sluggish by pain Elizabeth allows herself to be flattened against the canvas, though racked by suffering Thorn is too offended by LK’s last comment to let it slide. Yelling through a grimace, “How dare you! I’m a vampire you brainless twit!”
Bates is running to the nearest set of ropes and rebounds into a running hip drop. Yelling back at her prone foe as she leaps “Same difference!" But the veteran may have jumped to the gun, Thorn rolls away just in time to avoid a brutal butt smash. Keish’s glutes land on thinly padded plywood instead of the Michgander’s sternum. LK raises her head back in a silent cry and rubs her abused tailbone, Elizabeth mockingly claps for her botch, “nice landing, Wario.” LaKeisha buries her pain and spins onto a knee and launches herself at the brunette “Fuck you, Elvira!”
LaKeisha charges at Elizabeth in a rage and gets doubled over with foot. Thorn takes hold of Bates’ limp hand in a Knuckle lock and uses it to pull the cringing veteran forward a few steps before raising the limb and twisting in an Armwringer. Thorn grunts while upping the torque and the stolen arm “By the way, if you confuse a vampire with a zombie, you’d be an appetizer for the zombies'' Bates tries to reverse the hold but Thorn keeps the arm at a bad angle and repeatedly kicks at Lakeisha’s hip to keep her immobile. The Texan hisses back, "Oh keep the fantasy bullshit to yourself! I got Da Man to give me REAL life threats. OOF!"
Thorn reels the Bootyshocker and whams her across the tits with a Short Arm Clothesline. Bates drops to the mat in heap, her arm held aloft by Elizabeth in the Knuckle lock.
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Backlit by the house lights the vampire tilts her head at LaKeisha “Noted and respected,” then pulls LK back to her feet, grinding her fingers as in a steel grip, “Bear in mind, I’m the one threatening your life now.”
Thorn yanks Bates towards her and seamlessly pivots to LK’s six. In the span of a second, Elizabeth snakes her right arm around LaKeisha’s neck, squeezing it between bicep and forearm. She lets go of LaKeisha’s hand to push down on the back of the ex-champion’s head as Thorn’s right hand grips her left bicep closing the noose.
Sleeperhold, Elizabeth Thorn to LaKeisha Bates.
Elizabeth Thorn has won more than a few dark matches and Jungle main events with this hold so the fans are on the edge of their seats at the thought of the young blood taking down a legend of the sport. Bates kicks at the mat trying to push Thorn to the ropes but the brunette expertly compensates, dragging her prey deeper into enemy waters. Empowered with the rise of the Blood Moon, Elizabeth’s arms contract to a startling definition. Surrounded by the pale white skin of her opponent’s arms LaKeisha’s blueing face stands out brilliantly on the FAWNtron and the millions of television and computer screens across the world. Elizabeth smiles at what she assumes is the Rumpshaker’s attempt at begging off, and shifts the Sleeper the tiniest bit, giving her enough room on Bates’ neck for a small vampiric bite. A strangled cry burbles from LaKeisha’s drooling lips when she feels teeth on her skin and Elizabeth’s powerful sucking of her flesh. No matter whos hand is raised at the end, LaKeisha’s leaving with a vivid hickey as a reminder of their contest. FAWNatics give a lustful cheer for the completion of Thorn’s finisher, the Vampire’s Embrace.
Bates claws and slaps at the python constricting her carotid artery, she can feel the match slipping away from her, and a loss on LK’s big return is not an option! With ropebreaks no longer viable, Bates tries stomping her boots on Thorn's painted toes, but the vampire's nimble as ever. Elizabeth gives LaKeisha’s neck a long, greedy, quaff before removing her ruby red lips from the Texan’s nape, a mark already visible and angry left behind. Wrenching LaKeisha’s head back and forth, Elizabeth whispers to Bates. “shhhh... shhhhhhhh... go to sleep, Bates. It’s ok, shhhhh... shhhhhhhhhhhhh...” She cooes in Bates’ ear while closing the noose of her arms ever tighter. LaKeisha has a biting comment at the ready but the lack of air to her brain turns her words to mush, "Mmmngh... Bihuuu..." The gluteal gladiator’s arms and legs leaden, and slow.
Elizabeth kneels to the canvas bringing Bates with her, knowing she has this win in hand Elizabeth motions the ref with a tilt of the head to check if her prey was out. The official genuflects and asks if Bates wants to quit. No response. He lifts her arm, it falls. He lifts it again, it falls. He lifts it a third- Bates reaches back and starts yanking Thorn's hair savagely! Elizabeth’s shriek rattles the windows, “AAAIEEE!!” Her beautiful raven hair is nearly torn from her scalp with Bates treating her coif like a rabid dog with a bone. she can not believe this overrated hussy is surviving her sleeper!
Speaking of, the vampire’s grip slightly loosens on LaKeisha’s throat, filling the legend with new air and new hope. LK keeps up on the hairpull and starts slamming elbows back into Elizabeth's side, alternating strikes to, and under the ribs. Elizabeth’s weathering the storm but each hit weakens her hold on the Texan’s neck and sends stabbing pain through her side “Ugh! Ugh! Ughh!!“. The submission’s not going away but LaKeisha slowly forces them back onto their feet, the two locked in an intense dance stumbling to and fro across the canvas as they exert power and leverage in opposing bursts. Thorn wills more power in her arms and retightens the noose on Bates, putting a noticeable tremor in the older woman’s stem. The brunette advises angrily, “Just tap already, Bates!” So frustrated is Thorn, she's almost willing to bite her on the neck, not in a sexy way, but where a chunk of LK will be missing from now on.
With nearly two decades of ring experience under her belt, Bates senses the closest corner and forces a fast backpedal, sandwiching Thorn between her and the turnbuckles with a rope shaking ‘Thump!”. Elizabeth's still latched on to LaKeisha but that meeting with buckles sapping most of the submission’s strength, the vampire’s arm going from choking noose to an ill-fitting tie. Freedom tantalizingly in sight, LaKeisha snatches the middle ropes at her sides and starts backing dat ass up into Thorn's middle with authority. Punctuating each backwards thrust of her pelvis with a harshly spoken word, “How! Do! You! Like! That!?”
Thorn grunts louder with every butt bump concaving her stomach “Goh! Guhh! GHEFFF!!” At last Elizabeth’s arms noodle and fall from LaKeisha’s neck, a light friction burn is left behind to go along with the hickey as a forget-me-not of the former champion’s big return. Bates reaches behind her and takes a gagging Thorn once again by the hair, a little harder than necessary, the veteran getting some pleasure out of torturing the previously glamorous follicles. Bates pulls till her opponent is over her shoulder, she takes three big steps, leaps and hops into the air with legs thrust out, using that famous cushion to land comfortably while hitting a stunner.
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The chin checking from Bates turns Elizabeth into a ragdoll, briefly propelled to full height, the vampire crumples to her knees, holding her jaw with a glazed expression. LK shoves Elizabeth to her back and covers her in a tight crossbody, gripping one of the brunette’s wrists with both hands and squeezing the other between her ankles LK lies heavy across Thorn’s chest as the zebra counts.
ONE!
TWO!!
“GAWDAMIT!!”
LaKeisha utters a curse at max volume as Thorn bucks like a thoroughbred bronco, flinging Bates’ curvy form off her own at a count of two point five. The two beauties slowly power to their feet, hunched over in exhaustion. Like a strange mirror image, they stand across from one another with hands on knees, staring at each other in silence. The camera cuts to each woman’s face, expressions of begrudging respect are shared at that moment. Something extremely, rarely given in LaKeisha’s case. The badonkadonk brawler wheezes out, "credit where credit is due. you gave me a good first match back, but now I'm putting you away, Count Chocula."
Elizabeth smirks and hisses back at Bates, sweat dripping off her nose onto the canvas. “I won’t be staked so easily.”
A silent starter’s pistol goes off in their minds and the combatants throw themselves at each other once again. Thorn is a step ahead and slaps a clothesline across LaKeisha’s tits, levelling the veteran to the mat. Bates is horizontal for less than a second before she back up whirling to face a speeding Thorn fresh from running the ropes, Another clothesline audibly “thwaps!” against LaKeisha’s jubblies upending the Bootyshocker again, Elizabeth doesn’t stop to savour and keeps on track for the ropes, knowing LaKeisha will be up in a flash. And there she is, LaKeisha kips up with far too energy this late into the match and turns with a haymaker locked n’ loaded- “THAWP!!” the third Clothesline lands, nearly blasting Bates’ bounty from their cups. LK’s back is starting to hurt from its constant meetings with the covered plywood.
A hattrick of the wind being knocked out of her slows LaKeisha’s rise from the canvas but going from 0.5 seconds to stand to 1.0 shows LK’s still got a lot of fight left in the tank. The Rumpshaker throws a big right fist, but it’s blocked by Thorn’s forearm and she takes one to the kisser in retaliation. In the instant Elizabeth reels her arm back, her hand forms a knife’s edge and “Claps!” the swell of Bates’ bosom with an overhand chop. Lakeisha winces, sucking air through her teeth and raises a hand to protect her chest, just to take another right haymaker that swivels her head. As the first blow, Elizabeth shows a deadly efficiency of motion by chopping the swell of LaKeisha’s breasts on the backswing. From there Thorn settles into a rhythm, alternating between punching and chopping, backing a yelping, punch dizzy Bates to a corner.
Eyes and head rolling, LaKeisha spills into the buckles throwing her arms over the coils to keep from dropping to her ass. Thorn halts her right-handed conveyor belt of pain and stutter-steps to angle her left shoulder at the Texan, crooking her to touch her shoulder Thorn lashes at Bates’ very sore chest with a series of Knife-edge Chops. The Bootyshocker’s head whips over the top turnbuckle and her legs kick out in front of her as Elizabeth’s chops get her gurls a rockin’! Bates squeals, screeches, and shrieks with every throw of Elizabeth’s arm, a spray of mist rises from each hit, dazzling in light and catching on the vampire’s tongue. It wasn’t as good as blood, but the veteran’s pain is still delicious. The chop storm’s speed wasn’t comparable to a Bloodwind but it made up the difference in pure force, seeing the official on the edge of her peripheral vision Elizabeth times her remaining chops to the zebra’s count. The final knife-edge thrown is the hardest of the fight and makes LaKeisha let out a wail that gets even lifelong LK haters to feel sympathy.
“One!!” CRACK! “Two!” CRACK! “Three!” CRACK! “Four!” “Five!” CRACK! “BWWWAGGGH!!”
With a mournful wail, LaKeisha crumples to her ass in the corner, arms around her bent legs, a reflexive action to protect her throbbing breasts. She takes in deep breaths trying to will the pain away, tears rolling off of LaKeisha’s cheeks. Elizabeth pauses her assault to show off her canines to the crowd in a toothy smile, spreading her arms out wide to take in her deserved adulation for a beat. She raises her writhing foe by an underhand grip on LK’s bicep and her hair, “Come,” Elizabeth takes a big step back, dropping hip to hurl LaKeisha across the ring with an Irish Whip then backing into the coils for a burst of speed, “The night’s not over!”
Forced onto a jog, LaKeisha tries to compose herself on the move, biting her lip to stop from yelling out with how much her rack hurt with each jiggle. She leaps into the turn to get maximum push back from the ropes and breaks into a full sprint toward a charging Thorn. -OOOHH- Fans thoughts of an epic train crash went unrealized but exceeded; LaKeisha flings her dominant arm between Thorn striding legs as they collide, drawing the lamia across her chest and turning in an instant to smear Elizabeth against the canvas with a Snap Scoop Powerslam that reverberates throughout the arena!
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“Grreegh!”
Elizabeth grunts loudly and unladylike as her body bounces high off the ring floor, careening mid-air to land awkwardly in a heap facedown. Elizabeth shudders feeling her skeleton and organs doing a quick game of musical chairs under her skin from the abrupt change in altitude. Still focused on victory, the vampire quickly getting her hands and knees under her to get back in the fight. “OOOFFF!” Bates collapses the bridge as soon as it arises! Pouncing on top of the Michgander’s back shins first, squashing Thorn between herself and the mat while putting some serious kinks in Thorn’s spine.
A pitiful sound crossed between a moan and a whine escapes Elizabeth while LaKeisha nestles into the kneel, the full weight of the FAWN legend divided equally between her upper and lower back. The Ringleader of Rumpshakers speaks forcefully and rhetorically while she stuffs Elizabeth’s left ankle in the pit of her right leg, “Thinkin’ you can run up the score on ME? You must be crazy.” LaKeisha pulls down on the vampire’s right foot, trapping the stems in a knot of their own making, with her other hand Bates reaches past Thorn’s right cheek and takes a strong underhand grip of the brunette’s chin, her powerful tines digging into the soft meat of the Suprahyoid muscles. “I’m about to destroy your whole world.”
On that ominous threat Bates rocks on to her curved back, keeping her grips tight she thrusts her legs forward, torturing every fibre of Thorn’s back a Bow and Arrow hold, a first of Bates and a longtime finisher of Shea London!
LONDON BRIDGE
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Elizabeth grunts deeply and painfully with each jerk of Bates’ knees digging into her back. The challenger’s black leotard clinging with perspiration to the undead damsel’s gulping belly under the house lights. The FAWNatics are trisected into groups: some cry out for the darkly romantic face to escape, others scream in offence at the career heel using a finisher of what some consider THE heroine of the wrestling industry, but most are losing their minds at the audacity of LaKeisha Bates using this maneuver.
LaKeisha yells over the din as she cranks down on the hold and grinds her knees into Thorn’s spine, sending the pale woman into a fit of spasms.
"Like my new move?! I call it Henderson Street!" Elizabeth releases anguished shouts in short, uneven bursts till LaKeisha eases the tension a bit. Elizabeth growls through teeth clenched in pain and admits “it’s quite effective,” this was no submission, however, the brunette pointedly ignores the referee while she flails her arms trying to strike or claw her way of this grounded torture rack. Bates moves her knees like she's working a spin class and digs in her fingers as hard as possible in Thorn’s chin and foot, barking at her opponent to "QUIT!!"
Elizabeth shakes her head as defiantly as she can, given her limited range of motion “Never.”
Angered by her stubborn foe, Bates works the hold like she's been doing it all her life, attempting to snap the woman in half over her legs but Elizabeth won't tap. The Darkstalker mentally blocks some of the pain by timing the Bate's jostles with a laser focus. Enduring the punishment with what dignity she can muster while waiting... for just... the right... moment… NOW! Elizabeth whirls on a push of LaKeisha’s legs, leaning into the force of the veteran’s pull to roll down the Girl from the Ghetto’s stems, Elizabeth stuns LaKeisha with a micro splash and starts rapid firing punches to the crown of Bates’ head. An unskilled but vicious frenzy of a brawl occurs on the canvas for five long seconds till Thorn rolls away from Bates after a mutual shove away, both women are frustrated, exhausted and sore from this never-ending battle.
Lakeisha slowly trudges to standing, pulling on the ropes like a ladder then leaning back on them, throwing her arms out and over the top coil for stability. The Texan licks her lips before calling out to Thorn across the expanse of the mat in a tired yell. "Alright, this has been fun but the sun's coming up. This your last chance to leave the ring conscious." Elizabeth looks just as drained but has a surer footing. With an assist push up from the middle rope the vampire looks up at Bates panting and irritated. “Vampires can survive sunlight, they just get weaker from it,” she tells Bates, who stares back nonplussed. “Read the original Dracula novel.”
LaKeisha’s face twists in anger. A foul curse ready and waiting to leap from her tongue clamps down when LaKeisha sees Elizabeth retreat into the ropes and break into a run towards her, LaKeisha charges forward in response with no strategy other than not to let Elizabeth get the advantage. The Undead Damsel throws a left cross that Bates blocks with her arm and twists the limb into a Hammerlock; Thorn begins the reversal before Bates can complete her move, stealing LaKeisha’s arm and wrenching it behind the Booty Battler. Pressing her front to LaKeisha’s back, Thorn abandons the Hammerlock and slithers her arms around Bates’ head and neck to reapply her Vampire’s Embrace. Too bad for her, LaKeisha’s got the move scouted, she pulls down Elizabeth’s arm before it can lock in and spins to face her pale opponent, smartly using the rotation to add some pep to a Heart punch! Bate’s powerful fist concaves Elizabeth’s firm breast, the force of the blow travelling through the fatty tissue to disrupt the rhythm of the lamia’s blood pump. Elizabeth’s arms go limp to her sides as her jaw drops and eyes flutter, she staggers back, the colours draining from her already pale face. With a snarl, LaKeisha grabs Thorn before she falls and pulls the vampire into a sleeper of her own. Power coursing through her arms, Lakeisha loudly whispers to a gagging Thorn, her lips against the brunette’s ear "I'd make a stake pun, but you're probably sick of those."
Thorn hisses at Bates and claws at the bicep choking her, but as strong as the vampire’s spirit still remained that Heart Punch sapped much of the strength in her body, and Bates’ pythons are quickly draining the rest. LaKeisha tightens the noose turning Elizabeth’s normally alabaster face rosey and walks her opponent deeper into the ring, the chances of a ropebreak decreasing with every step. The referee asks if she wants to throw in the towel but Elizabeth waves him off with a finger, she isn't giving up yet!
The Darkstalker thrashes in LaKeisha’s clutches. Stomping her feet, throwing back elbows, clawing at the veteran’s face and hair, but LaKeisha cannot be dislodged. Elizabeth reaches deep down and gives one explosion of movement, wildly swiping at the air and kicking at the mat to push Bates further towards the ropes but it’s a lot of effort for too little progress. Slowly Thorn’s arms and legs take on that wet noodle quality and eyes close, her mind gives way to peaceful submission. The official reaches for Elizabeth’s wrist to check for consciousness but Bates pulls her away. Ignoring the brays of the zebra Bates breaks the sleeper to bend her backward, FAWNatics are abuzz with anticipation, they know what’s coming. Stepping over her soon to be victim’s head Bates' thighs close around the vampire's ears in a suffocating vice, Elizabeth’s features pressed tightly into Lakeisha’s crotch as her wrists are taken by the former champion.
Elizabeth lets out some muffled grunts, partially awakened by the crushing pressure on her cheeks, she’s totally out of it and barely able to put up a fight. Bates taunts the crowd as she draws out the tension, "You know you want to see it!" Letting the cameras and the spectators till just the right moment...Bam! RUMPSHAKER!!! Keisha jumps high in the air and drops on to her knees, the full weight of her big and beautiful ass pulverizing Thorn's head against the canvas.
Completely obscured by Bates’ lower body, Elizabeth gasps against the Rumpshaka’s togs, feeling like her head went through the plywood to the stadium floor. Keisha keeps her perch on Elizabeth’s nose and presses her hands on the vampire's tummy for the pin, circling her thumbs around the navel. The ref does a quick check of Thorn's shoulders before he counts.
He could have counted to a million, Elizabeth is too spent to get out of the pin.
1....2......3!!!
'YOUR WINNER, LAEKEISHA BATES!!!!”
Lakeisha shouts joyously to the world, "As if there were any doubts!", giving her hips a wiggle, and a slap to Thorn's tummy as she dismounts. The reaction to her win was loud but mixed. Everyone remembers her past nefarious antics and crimes against the beloved heroines of wrestling, but LaKeisha fought straight up and clean tonight in a hell of a match and fans respect it. Not that Bootyshocker needs the approval of Da Man’s peons… but it does feel good. After celebrating in all four corners, she sees Elizabeth awakening and moving to a seat. LaKeisha walks over and stands above the groggy vamp, the veteran extends a hand in a RARE showing of sportsmanship.
"You're alright for a dead chick"
Elizabeth is confused by this but takes the hand anyway, allowing LaKeisha to pull her to her feet. Elizabeth nods back in respect and shakes the hand, “And you’re not just all talk.”
"Never have been," Bates shockingly pulls Thorn into the briefest of one-armed hugs before breaking it and walking away from the flabbergasted fans and vampire.
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LAKEISHA BATES
LaKeisha Bates bursts through the curtains! and the cacophony of jeers and cheers increases as she spreads her surprisingly definedarms and legs in wide 'V's and slaps her hands together at her crotch. Her hands move to her hips where she views the crowd with a knowing smirk on her face, 'The Man's Army’ claims to hate her but whenever she comes back to Florida.
Bates stands clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging and a matching bandeau top. The letters LK are inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist is a thick black belt, for lack of a better term, that splits into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel and defined abs in the center of the polygon. The top, belt, and bottoms are connected by a pair of heavy black rings, and a third and final ring connects the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs is 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graces her bosom. The look is completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stencilled with LK in gold script.
The former World AND Tag Team Champion on both sides of the southern border eventually walks to the ring, taking her time and soaking in the excitement of the crowd. Returned from her most recent sabbatical from FAWN, Bates has clearly stepped up her training, possibly for her challenge for the BMD title, from lats to traps everything on LaKeisha is newly defined and in its prime, particularly that era-defining ass of hers. FAWNatics and Ass Addicts all agree it looks the roundest and firmest it’s ever been… at least fans assume. No one would dare try to cop a feel or risk getting Rumpshaked through the pavement.
The Woman with Dangerous Curves reaches ringside and ascends the steps with all the majesty one would expect of the Nubian Queen. Bates promptly DEMANDS that the referee hold open the ropes for her, which he does, albeit with some reluctance. LaKeisha steps through the ropes, pausing ever so briefly to clench her rear as a tease to the camera before fully entering the ring.
Bates waves for a microphone and is promptly handed one. She raises it to her lips but lowers it, listening with a bemused expression to the duelling chants of “WEL-COME BACK!” and “GO A-WAY!” She lets the peons get it out of their system for a few moments before roaring defiantly into the stick.
"That's right I'm back! And I’m better than ever, new moves, new body and the same bootylicious ass! I fulfilled my obligations in Mexico and I'm back for the BMD title! But that sawed-off Oreo is RUNNING! Cassava melons got Da Man saying I got to prove myself on US soil again. So whatever peon that wants the career highlight of being rumpshook by me... Get chor’ ass out here!"
The founder of Dangerous Curves tosses the mic to canvas and spreads her arms wide, ready and waiting to teach whatever bikini meat stepped up what it’s like to get knocked down by a legend.
“VAMPIRE”: www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_LuRWmCgrM
Soon as she said that the lights go out and the air is filled with an operatic voice singing through atmospheric hard rock. Candles alight on the entrance ramp as the Countess of FAWN appears to the cheers of the crowd.
ELIZABETH THORN
Elizabeth walks towards the ring soaking in the praise from her fledglings. A red hooded cape that cinches into a dress-like form covers her attire but as soon as she gets into the ring she takes it off with a flourish, letting her unnatural beauty speak for itself in a black thong leotard. She wore no boots so the scarlet nail polish on her toes captured the fan’s eyes when they travelled down her long, pale legs. Elizabeth flashes the unimpressed LaKeisha a full smile from across the ring, her ruby red lips parting to reveal the pearly whites of her canine teeth. LaKeisha mutters to herself, ”Dear Lord... I leave for ten minutes and the place is full of clones of Ariel The Fallen Angel." The announcer is handed his precious info cards as he steps into center-ring.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty-minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Houston, Texas, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds…” His voice trailed off when whatever was on his reference cards forces him to do a double-take. Then, clearing his throat and with little enthusiasm for this part, he said, “Ladies and gentlemen, she demands that you all bow down and show the appropriate respect for the true Buns of Mass Destruction Champion...THE NUBIAN QUEEN… LaaaKKKEEEIIISSSHHHAAA BAAATTTEEESSS!!!”
Bates turns and steps onto the bottom ropes of her corner, slapping her chest once and throwing her fists wide to the crowd yelling, “Bow down!” And is met with echoing boos, the nostalgia of the Rumpshaker’s return quickly giving way to hate.
The ring announcer continues, shouting "And her opponent! From Dearborn, Michigan… She stands at five foot seven inches and weighs at one hundred thirty-seven pounds the blood countess ELIZABETH THORN!"
The beautiful creature of the night follows LaKeisha’s lead and climbs up her corner but instead blows the fans a kiss, coaxing whistles and catcalls from her fledgling horde, then raucous cheers as she places her fingers by her neck then and spits up what looks like a cloud of blood into the air! showing her now bloody fangs jumps down looks at Bates licking her lips at her corner. The ex-world champ scrunches her nose, “Girl, you nasty.”
DING! DING!
The two powerful wrestlers march away from their posts and head straight toward each other, pushing off from her back foot LaKeisha takes Thorn in an elbow and collar. These bodacious beauties are similar in height and body type so it's a real battle for the upper hand from the get-go. Biceps strain, tummies rub and buttocks bunch in the effort. Even with Bates’ new shredded bod Elizabeth is a VERY strong competitor with youth on her side. The two are at an impasse till Bates takes the easy route, stunning the nocturnal beauty with a headbutt. Elizabeth reels back eyes watering, Bates quickly takes her a side headlock and grinds Thorn against her shapely hip.
Elizabeth hisses at LaKeisha and slaps at her body, the Dearborn Dame shuffles her feet trying to worm her way out of The Rumpshaker’s grip. Groaning through a constriction Thorn positions them to the east side of the ring and tries to push Bates off and onto the coils. If she can, Thorn will go for a clothesline to take Bates off her feet and grind her down with some matwork.
It takes a couple of tries but Thorn dislodges the Texan and sends her running into the ropes, on the recoil Bates ducks the clothesline and keeps course, recoiling again but with a clothesline of her own. Thorn proves slippery, dodging Bates’ scythe and now both gals are running the ropes. Pulchritude bouncing with every step, The Girl from the Ghetto and The Dame from Dearborn crash in the center of the with dual shoulder checks, neither goes down. Elizabeth smirks at a fuming LaKeisha, Bates sarcastically applauds,” Great job! you didn’t embarrass yourseERkk!” A kick to the gut interrupts her faux accolades. Elizabeth takes bowed LaKeisha in a front facelock and falls back to rattle the legend with a DDT that lands with an echoing “Thudd!”
A cross-eyed Bates bounces off her skull and onto her haunches like a human slinky. Elizabeth shoves the Bootyshocker flat to the mat and tries to take the match with a quick and snug crossbody pin.
ONE...
Keish shoves Thorn off with surprising strength! Throwing the Darkstalker a foot high and away. Thorn lands in a four-point stance with a cat’s grace while Bates kips up (not something Bates does typically, getting a surprise pop from the fans) and bursts to the ropes. Thorn grunts as she pushes off the canvas a knee, LaKeisha broke out of the pin with what amounted to dual palm thrusts to the stomach and chest. Regaining vertically Elizabeth turns with violence on her mind and “GOOHH!!” A highspeed shoulder concaves the vampire’s abdominals, LaKeisha showing off her increased power game with a Spear that the Dallas Cowboys studying tape. Bates carries Thorn over her shoulder like a sack of laundry for a few steps before slamming the vampire to the mat. Elizabeth slowly rocks from side to side holding her middle with a sick look on her face. Kneeling between the Night Queen’s splayed legs, Lakeisha wipes a light sheen of perspiration from her features, scowling down at her opponent. The Bootyshocker is not a fan of how much she has to try on the night of her big return, “Damn pale-ass zombie making me sweat…” Keisha grabs Thorn's ankles and hoists them by her ears for a matchbook, Elizabeth groans feeling her smarting stomach crunch involuntarily. The Bootyshocker makes sure to press in close against the back of the vampire’s legs so all of Lakeisha’s weight holds Thorn down.
ONE...
Thorn bucks the legend off and turns onto her stomach to avoid another pin attempt, but her relative inexperience has cost Elizabeth. Too slow in getting her bearings Bates takes advantage and straddles the brunette’s back and drops down, her infamous medicine ball-like ass plants at the base of Elizabeth’s spine. The luscious lamia jerks up as much as she can with a warbled cry “Rraghh!” LaKeisha reaches over and takes the raised chin with both hands as she works her firm thighs under Elizabeth’s biceps. Lacing her fingers Bates cranks back on her victim’s chin, torturing Elizabeth’s neck and back with a Camel Clutch.
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The vampire’s eyes bug out and a high pitched mewl escapes through her clenched teeth, her back is arched by the FAWN Original in a torturous C and suffers smack talk throughout the ordeal. “Quit Elvira! You got a career highlight in being in the ring with a legend, now head to catering with most of your spine intact.” The official repeats the question to Elizabeth but in a much kinder manner. Elizabeth ignores the zebra and hisses at Bates like a big game cat, she refuses to give up and slowly worms her way towards the ropes. Speaking defiantly with a grimace, “you can’t make a child of the night submit.”
The multi-tag team champ seems more annoyed at Elizabeth’s vernacular than her refusal to give up, "Child of the... what White nonsense is this?!" Bates reefs on the clutch for all she's worth in anger, putting a scary strain on her coerced camel’s neck but Thorn soldiers on and grabs the middle rope. Bates milks the hold for a 4 and a half count before disengaging. Shoving the undead one chest first into the rope and backpedalling across the Squared Circle. Crouching low Bates grips the middle strand with her left hand and beckons Thorn to rise with the right muttering, “Come on, Come on… I got a paycheck to collect.” Her back to the Bootyshocker, Elizabeth pulls herself up with the ropes while massaging her abused back. FAWNatics in the stands are screaming for Thorn to notice LaKeisha but all the voices mix in an indecipherable wall of noise. Keisha blasts off going from 0 to 60 as Thorn gets fully up, she’s going to prove a powerful Spear works as well as a stake- Thorn dodges! More cognizant than she let on, the Blood Queen turns like a matador letting Bates fly past. LaKeisha adjusts her angle just enough to not take a header to the outside but guts herself on the second strand, the rubber-coated steel cable bisects her tummy and slides up and down like an abrasive rolling pin as LaKeisha bounces erratically.
The OG Rumpshaker goes green in the face and places a hand on the apron to steady herself. Nearby Thorn smirks and angles herself to face the gold-wrapped glutes of LaKeisha. Straightening a hand flat she winds up dramatically to CLAP Bates across the ass. LaKeisha stops retching and is shocked to stillness aside from the fetching jiggle in her backside. She’s about to bark at the undead chick to step off when Thorn gives her backhand a try and CLAPs LaKeisha’s cheeks again. And again. And again. With wide, sweeping strokes the rump of Bates is beaten like a marching bass drum. The zebra stares at the perfectly spherical ass getting paddled and forgets to warn Thorn with a five-count giving the crowd more time to snicker and hoot at Elizabeth’s teasing antics.
Kept trapped in the ropes by Elizabeth’s free hand, The Fort Worth Native kicks and claws like a wild animal, shrieking and helping "AH! AH! AH! Bitch, that ass is worth more than your life!" The referee finally remembers his station, asks Thorn to release Bates and the s complies without complaint, she’s had her fun. The vampire steps back with hands raised to her shoulders, fingers wiggling and with a cheeky grin. LaKeisha detangles herself and shoots up to full height, restraining herself from massaging her aching backside. The Nubian Queen turns from her foe and gets in a flustered referee's face, reading him the riot act for his lax officiating, “Da Man can give his favourites all the advantages he wants! I can’t be held back or stepped over!” On that declarative note, LaKeisha whirls around and leaps at Elizabeth swinging a wicked right hook! Thorn ducks before her teeth are scattered by a hair and secures her assailant around the waist in a gutwrench grip, Bates barely has the time to register her miss before she’s spun head over heels and scooped onto Thorn’s shoulders in the powerbomb position. She’s in that terrible moment where you know what’s about to happen but can do nothing to stop it. Thorn hurls LaKeisha straight down onto the plywood of the ring, the undead damsel falling onto her stomach with the throw to increase the power in the slam to great effect!
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The ring quakes in the aftershock of the powerbomb, the crowd is popping heavy for the new generation of FAWN’s domination and are pleading for a pin, but Elizabeth has other ideas. LaKeisha’s back curves outward after the impact with the canvas, thrusting the Rumpershaker’s newly detailed abdominals to the sky, her face scrunches in pain and her fists ball up. LaKeisha’s gonna need an ice bath after this match. The OG FAWN wrestler’s is about to shout an expletive but her head is enveloped by a pair of pale, shapely thighs, Thorn has scurried over and locked on a side headscissors on Bates. Crossing her ankles to get the vice extra tight, Thorn places both hands on the mat for balance and sends a pulse through her legs that makes LaKeisha shudder and groan. The vampire taunts her prey with a low voice, “the only difference between the past you and today is that you came back with a bigger ego.” The muscles in Elizabeth’s stems shred into stunning definition, and she smiles watching LaKeisha’s heels beat the canvas in pain.
With a pair of crushing thighs around her head, Bates isn’t in a position to disagree with the Halloween hussy’s assessment of her character. Her searching hands slaps, paws and scratches at Elizabeth’s legs and haunches, suffering the intense pressure with all the dignity one could when reduced to a squeeze toy. Doing her best to think strategically in dire straits, Bates felt her way up Thorn’s hourglass figure till her trembling fingers found the vampire's navel. Strength renewed with the opportunity of escape, Bates and digs in a churning double belly claw. Thorn’s kissable lips turn from a teasing smirk to agape with a wordless scream, LaKeisha’s skills with stomach punishment have risen to a level rivalling that of a Harley Jo Collins! The girl from the ghetto’s hands chews into Thorn’s midsection with sadistic expertise, the vampire howls and undoes the scissors when two thumbs start to bully for entry for her navel. Elizabeth pulls her legs in and rolls away holding her tummy with both hands as she rises in stages, briefly resting her forehead against the middle turnbuckle of a corner.
LaKeisha is still on the mat but has pushed to a seat, leaning heavily on her right palm and hip with legs tucked in. Blinking away the collected sweat from Thorn’s skin LaKeisha takes deep breaths to calm her heart and make the room stop spinning, licking her lips and wheezing out, “Ugh, you taste like Hot Topic and Instagram.” Insulted, Elizabeth hisses down “Bates, I’d drink your blood but you’d taste too bitter,” she explodes from the buckles with long strides ready to roundhouse the side of this bytch’s face clean off!
Hearing her approach before seeing it, Bates leans sharply to the side dodging an alabaster foot moving 70 miles per hour. The force of Thorn's errant kick turns her 180 degrees, with vampyr’s back presented Bates throws her arm between her legs not for a low blow but a rollup! Elizabeth’s wide-eyed and squirming like hell, yelling “Trollop!” The ref dives for a count but Bates breaks it voluntarily trapping Thorn’s right leg under her left armpit and converts a pin into a Half Crab. Bates speaks boisterously over her shoulder to the grimacing brunette "I taste like gold, you undead curtain jerker."
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Straddling the prone Elizabeth’s waist, the Nubian Queen drops her glorious glutes heavily onto the small of the dead one’s back and leans hard into the hold. Elizabeth cries out in pain from the hip drop but keeps her teeth clenched from there on, not wanting to give this overrated stereotype the satisfaction of her pain. That may have been the wrong approach. Not hearing the howls she desired, Bates redoubled her efforts to turn Thorn into a one-legged wrestler, wrenching the captured limb side to side and leaning so far back Thorn’s big toe is a hair’s distance from touching the back of her head. Heaving with pain, Elizabeth’s hands go to her luxurious raven hair and tug at the lock locks to distract herself from Bates trying to pull her leg out of its socket. The official takes a knee by the vampire’s head asking if she wants to throw in the towel, Elizabeth grunts in response shaking her head no, digging her manicured hands into the coarse canvas she begins a slow crawl to the ropes. Unclear whether she’s speaking to the ref, Bates or herself, she speaks hoarsely “I won’t let my fledglings down.”
Bates lets out a curt ‘tsk’ and holds steady. Letting Thorn drag their total weight to sap her strength, just when Thorn reaches out a trembling hand for the bottom strand LaKeisha pins out of her seat grasping that right ankle and drags the Michigan maiden back to center ring. Continuing the game plan of Bates showing off new moves, the Fort Worth native drops into a grapevine of the purloined leg and starts twisting Elizabeth’s ankle like a bottle cap!
TEXAS TWIST
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Out of the frying pan and into the wok, Elizabeth grunts and hisses elaborate insults at Bates, none which are fit to repeat despite her flowery language. Bates smiles as she turns the vampire’s ankle like a steering wheel, sarcastically asking, “ I don’t watch a lot of horror movies. Do bloodsuckers die when their ankles pop or is it a strictly stake through the heart deal?” The Blood Countess pays no mind to her opponent’s attempts at verbal jabs, mainly because she’s too busy trying to mentally block out the pain from the ankle lock torturing her lower body. Thorn bites into the crook of her arm to keep from screaming, the last few minutes have not been kind to her legs. Ignoring the ref’s inquiries, she plants her palms heavily onto the mat and starts hand-walking herself and LaKeisha aaallll the way back to cables. Eyeing the bottom strand with a predator’s focus, Elizabeth grunts with each ‘step’ enduring the pain of the Ankle Lock she bites her bottom lip so hard she nearly breaks the skin.
Lakeisha finds the speed at which Thorn is travelling the Squared Circle a distressing indicator of the vampire’s remaining strength. Looking to sap the reservoir as much as possible LK doubles down on the submission, turning Elizabeth’s foot at a distressing angle and gives a sustained flex of her thick but firm thighs to cut off the blood flow to brunette’s leg. The vampire’s form takes on a noticeable shiver and a whine escapes her lips but Elizabeth’s progress will not slow! With a desperate lunge she grabs the bottom rope in a clenched fist, Lakeiska milks the count for all its worth, turning up the juice in the submission before disengaging at 4.5, unwrapping her legs from Elizabeth’s and scooting on her bubble butt back a few feet before working her way to standing. Elizabeth hisses in pain when she tentatively moves her abused wheel around to get some feeling back into it, then hisses in anger at Bates when she tries to rush at her, the zebra does his job and steps between them. Doing his very best to back a rowdy LK back while Thorn is in the ropes. LaKeisha loses interest in getting past the brave official and plays to the crowd, loudly claiming, “she ain’t ready! She. Ain’t. Ready for Rumpshaker!” The FAWNatics boo with the fervour as they did on LaKeisha’s first night in the building, Elizabeth Thorn has a lot of clout with the fans, the young woman’s extravagant personality and poise in the ring made her favourite of the newer generation of talent. Speaking of, the vampire has regained verticality with the aid of the ropes, limping along with them while holding the top strand to regain her gait. As she does, Bates pulls herself onto a seat at the top of a corner so she can hurl insults at Da Man’s peons more easily, allowing Thorn to collect herself. The former tag team champion is more concerned with getting the crowd to hate her than securing the win, as far LaKeisha is concerned this fight is already over. Thorn senses this mindset and is offended. She yells angrily to LaKeisha, “Get down here! The weight of your ass is bending the steel in the turnbuckles!“
LaKeisha goes still and turns her head to look at Elizabeth stone-faced, Gripping the top ropes she kicks her legs out and lands on the ring floor with a soft “thump” the next thing LaKeisha says doesn’t have the tone of a threat, more that it was a matter of fact.
“I’m going to grind on your face till you turn to dust.”
Elizabeth sneers, “Sure you don’t want to make another trip to Mexico first?” Bates explodes from the corner and Elizabeth a millisecond behind follows suit, the vampire hoping to ram her shoulder into the has-been’s gut. With matching strides, the two big gals speed toward an epic collision- Bates feints! The Bootyshocker turns away at the last moment before contact interlocking her arm with Thorn and flipping the vampire head over bare heels with an echoing hiptoss, Thorn bounces high off her back but with feline agility gets her feet back under herself and turns throw hands, but gets gutted by the broadside of LaKeisha’s thigh. Doubled over, Elizabeth is easily taken into a grinding front facelock, Bates throws herself back for a DDT but Elizabeth smartly tenses up and tries to rise into a Body Drop. Bates’ rises a few feet off the canvas but she bears down on the facelock and kicks her feet to tilt her body weight back towards the ground, the reversal aided no doubt by the low center of gravity provided by LK’s bodacious booty.
Bates growls, “Quit squirming and take your medicine!” She tries again for the DDT but enough time has passed for Elizabeth to break LK’s grip enough to bend her fingers back, the Dearborn Damsel slips her head free as Bates yips, swiftly twisting as she rises Elizabeth swings the captured arm back in epic Arm Wringer that takes LaKeisha off her feet and faceplants her HARD against the ring floor.
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It happens so fast. Bates doesn’t have time to acknowledge her arm testing its structural limits before her spatial reasoning takes a hard reset with its impact with the canvas, shoulder nearly torn from its joint and brains scrambled LaKeisha lies still save for the reverberations of the ring making her backside subtly wobble to the delight of the in the front row. Elizabeth takes a moment to make a theatrical bow to the FAWNatics who respond with warm applause, before maneuvering her foot under Bates’ ribs flipping The Girl From The Ghetto onto her back. The lights of the arena swirling in Lakeisha’s vision are replaced with Elizabeth’s pleased upside-down visage, “Allow me to welcome you back to FAWN, bitch.” she bestrode her opponent’s head, rhythmically shaking her bethonged gothic rump in LK’s face to cheers and whistles from the crowd.
Bates sees red but her sore limbs don’t cooperate with her urge to tear the undead darling apart. "Don't you dareMmppph!!" Elizabeth drops into a wide-legged seat on LaKeisha's face and works her hips like the teacups at Disneyland set to MAXIMUM. With gyrations that would make the brides of Dracula blush, Elizabeth creates a career highlight humbling a legend beneath her cheeks. LaKeisha flails and bucks trying to dislodge the dhampir currently tweaking her nose without her hands, Elizabeth centers as much of her weight as she can onto LaKeisha’s face while leaning forward to hold down the Rumpshaker’s waist, she’s going to ride this pony to victory. The official is belly to the canvas ready to count a pin but Bates’ furious but restrained movements are too erratic for the facesit to settle into a pin, the veteran instinct of Bates has her keeping a shoulder up even when enraged. Desperation growing and oxygen depleting LaKeisha hauls her legs up and crosses her ankles behind Thorn's ears, the brunette is too consumed by ardour to react in time(she’s in the midst of a DEEP grind) Keish’s gams swing back down slamming Elizaberth’s face into the covered plywood.
“Ugh!” Holding her face Elizabeth flops off of Bates onto her side and grunting “What? You like doing it to others, now you know what it’s like on the other end” Lakeisha ignores her, pointedly turning her back to Thorn as she powers to a knee. Insulted, Elizabeth drives a palm into the mat and pushes off it to snag the scruff LK’s neck. Pow! Keisha pivots on the joint and drives a rolling elbow to the side of Elizabeth’s neck. The luscious lamia violently drops back to the mat, she’s shoved onto her belly when The Rumpshaker pushes off her to stand.
LaKeisha plants a boot in the pace between Thorn’s splayed stems, taking her left leg and crosses it into and knots them around her leg in Thorn’s wrist in a tight grip and presses a boot on the vampire's back to keep it pinned. Lakeisha makes Thorn feel all her weight when she leans down to take the other wrist, the brunette squawks and kicks her legs worried she’s about nailed to the canvas. LaKeisha growls as she pulls up on Elizabeth’s arms as she works the space between the vampire’s shoulder blades like a Wah-Wah pedal, "By the end of this fight you’re gonna find out what it’s like to get rumpshakin to the center of the earth!" LaKeisha yanks up hard, taking Elizabeth’s upper body off the mat before driving her back down for a cringeworthy ‘Thud!” with a thrust of her leg.
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Elizabeth grunts from the bottom of her stomach and cradles her freshly rattled cranium, having ragdolled the moment she splashed against the plywood her legs detangled themselves from Bates. Despite the pounding in her head Elizabeth tucks in her legs and starts rolling to the safety of the ropes. LaKeisha’s in no mood to let her foe take a breather and yells, “Hey! Quit runnin’!” Picking her spot when Elizabeth turns onto her belly she stomps on Thorn's barefoot in a moment of pettiness, grinding her boot on the vampire’s sole. Thorn cries out and her fingers curl in agony, in a sudden flash of fury she pushes off the mat to retaliate but crumbles back to the canvas when Bates hits an elbow drop to the small of her back. The Texan Terror smoothly slides into a grounded front facelock and forces the vampire vertical, lifting Elizabeth’s arm over her neck and tensing for a Snap Suplex.
Elizabeth’s groaning like a ghoul from the assault she’s weathered the last few minutes, but she’s far from giving up this fight. Allowing herself to be pulled up by LK, she plays possum till the lift-off for Suplex and entwines a leg around LaKeisha’s, rooting Thorn to the ground. Dissatisfied, LaKeisha growls and tries again but Fangoria’s favourite is immovable. Elizabeth bullies some room in the Suplex hold and gets her arm off of Bates, rearing it back and pistoning it out into the bridge of the legend’s nose. The elbow hits square and Bates backpedals with a squawk, eyes misty. Cupping her hands her nose LK muffles out a curse, “Fukkin bit-!” Thorn whips herself in a full circle slamming her brawny arm against LaKeisha’s breasts with a Discus Lariat.
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The air leaves LaKeisha’s lungs before she slaps hard back first onto the plywood, the back of her head hits the mat a millisecond after setting off sparks and church bells behind her eyes. Nary a word of boast for her comeback, Elizabeth goes for the cover after nailing the lariat hooking LK’s left leg, grapevining the other and pressing LaKeisha’s cheek into the canvas with her free hand.
ONE…
TWO…
“Arghaa!!”
The Ref hits a count of 2.5 when Bates savagely yanks on Elizabeth's hair to break the pin, pulling the raven locks and the body they were attached to off the Bootyshocker General. Elizabeth hisses feeling her hair nearly ripped from her scalp and grabs a bit of Bates’ hair as payback, the two locked in catfighting stalemate; on their knees and trying to snatch each other bald. Elizabeth bites down a scream feeling LK rake her nails down the back of her head and pulls on LaKeisha’s (assumed) weave like she was taking off a mask, grunting, “I’m a vampire and I have more honour than you!” with venom in her voice.
Bates' tone is equally acidic, "You're a fangirl, and honour doesn't win championships." Still tugging in the undead woman’s coif like her life depended on it, Bates jumps into a crouch and pounces on the vampire, snapping her legs onto Thorn’s midsection and locking her ankles for a boa constrictor-like body scissors. A strangled cry escapes Thorn’s throat when those chocolate gams threaten to shrink her waistline. Lakeisha’s weight unsupported on her makes Elizabeth tilt forward till the OG BMD’s buns rested on the canvas, their hands still entwined in the other’s hair, pointedly ignoring the official’s bids to release. If Elizabeth gives up the hairpull she’s certain the legend has something worse in mind. Thoughts racing, Elizabeth inches their bulk forward, contemplating, if I can get her shoulders down… “AH!” Elizabeth is in the midst of giving LaKeisha the most painful set of ponytails ever when Bates concedes in the weave war. Letting go of Thorn’s abused follicles to strike a Mongolian Chop to the sides of the vampire’s neck “Urg!” For a brief moment, Thorn loses strength in her limbs making it easy for LaKeisha to jam her elbows on top of the White woman’s, freeing her glorious mane. Bates furiously whispers, “Never touch a Black woman’s hair.” And laces her fingers behind Elizabeth’s head and drives the lamia DEEP into her cleavage!
Front Sleeper aka Jugg Smother, LaKeisha Bates to Elizabeth Thorn!?
Bates has locked in a Front Sleeper! Something never before seen in FAWN, or possibly any match of Lakeisha’s performed in public, the Bootyshocker has always had the large, shapely assets for the move, but has forever stuck to her rumpshaking style. Her latest sabbatical from FAWN has really raised LK’s game. Thorn shoving at the pultrictude wrapped around her but can’t get free of the legend’s bosom, In the sweltering, salty prison of LaKeisha’s flesh, Elizabeth grows frantic as her air supply ebbs ever lower. Firing punches to Bates’ ribs and haunches, Elizabeth encourages her opponent to release her head with tokens of suffering, but the first-generation FAWN pulls Thorn deeper into the smother as payback. Gripping her elbows to put the squeeze on the vampire’s head, LaKeisha rolls her shoulders to scrape and scrub her underused Jugs against Elizabeth’s face and crush the vamp’s nose against her sternum. Bates feels a moan ripple through her tit-flesh
Drowning in the excellence that LK would later dub on social media, “Chocolate Milk” Thorn’s movements slow, her punches and clawing lose their intensity and reduce to pawing at LaKeisha’s hips. The Texan bares her pearly whites and her biceps and thighs shred with effort as LaKeisha tries to suffocate, decapitate, and decussate the Michigander, taunting “Alright! This has been fun But I think it’s time to go to bed!” Elizabeth murmurs something back but it’s buried under the weight of Bates’ breasts. The vampire’s hands begin to drop to the canvas, and the nearby zebra kneels to raise Thorn’s wrists- Thorn’s hands flash to Bates’ black waistband and she gives Bootyshocker Prime a hellacious wedgie!
Elizabeth pulls on Bates’ bottoms as hard as she can, turning those gold shorts into dental floss in a second. This isn’t normally part of Elizabeth’s repertoire, but the veteran’s pompous attitude warranted this tawdry offence. Thorn yanked, pulled and sawed LK’s bottoms like her life depended on it, constantly squirming to get free of the Jugg Smother as she pulls. The air fills with Bates’ screams and yelps as her shorts betrayed her, she still had the smother applied but LK’s grips are weakening with each burning run of material across her center. Elizabeth corrals the legholes of Bates’bottoms in one hand and curls her now free mitt into a fist and hatefully pounds LaKeisha’s pelvis! The first blow springs the bodyscissors loose from Elizabeth’s waist, LK’s legs spilling like wet noodles onto the canvas, out of sheer need LaKeisha has managed to keep her juggs on Thorn’s face their struggles got the tiniest amount of wiggle room and the Dearborn Damsel has new air filling her lungs and fueling new strength in her limbs. Elizabeth spikes LaKeisha’s pelvis again, making the Texan’s shudder, then go rigid when the vampire pulls the Bootyshocker’s shorts near the base of her neck, baring 99% of those bodacious buns. LaKeisha nearly bites through her lip on that last eye-watering yank.
"Youcheapshottingmosquitoerrhh!!" Thorn gives one more crotch ripper of a pull and Bates can’t stands no more! She kept the jugg smother in longer than anyone thought possible, but Thorn has a surprisingly excellent wedging technique and even legends have their limits. LaKeisha shoves Elizabeth free of her cleavage onto her back, the vampire rolls away with her first bounce on the mat and just lays there, catch her breath with the tit sweat on her face shining under the houselights. LaKeisha knelt forehead to canvas and bared ass in the air like she was begging for mercy. The Texan slowly tilts and falls onto her side, curling deeper into a full fetal position, trying not to bawl in front of Da Man’s peons. Wiping her face clear of Bates’ perspiration Thorn raises herself on an elbow, feeling the Rumpshaker’s burning gaze on the back of her head Thorn lazily justifies, “Hey, you would’ve done the same to me.”
Bates refuses to respond, silently staring a hole through Elizabeth’s head as she adjusts her now stretched out and distended shorts to meet standards of public decency. The referee shows some discretion in letting the wrestlers catch their breath before they start up again, the FAWNatics shower the women with applause, loving the intensity between these competitors meeting for the first time, and the catty turn the match had taken. Bates and Thorn both trudge in painful stages to their full heights at the same time, pausing a moment for a stare down. Bosoms heaving in exhaustion, noses flaring… and they lunge at each other! LK goes for a toe kick to the belly but Thorn catches her by the ankle, she teases flipping Bates over, jerking the leg higher and higher as The Girl from The Ghetto bounces on one foot swiping at Elizabeth’s face, instead Thorn uses the leg as a leash. Pulling LK forward and slipping behind her to get back to back and butt to booty, hooking her arms around Lakeisha’s and kneeling for a backslide pin. Lakeisha cries out feeling her shoulders touch mat and madly bicycles her feet trying to squirm out, the official dives foe the count and slaps the mat.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!!!
Lakeisha springs free at the last moment saving the match! Both women on their knees launch into attacks, LaKeisha’s whips out her arm for a sawed-off clothesline but Thorn’s a touch faster CLAPing a palm strike against a stunned Bootyshocker’s cheek (one on her face). The mistress of the night takes LK by the hair and rams her head into the mat, then presses her front to LaKeisha’s back, looping her arms across the veteran’s tummy. Forcing Lakeisha to rise with her, Elizabeth ‘huffs’ and flips the booty battler onto her back, transitioning into a gory special.
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A smile begins to grow on Elizabeth’s pale face as she bends Bates across her back. Each cry of pain the Rumpshaker releases with each hop and jostle the vampire makes is music to Elizabeth’s ears. Elizabeth tenses, jerking down on LaKeisha’s wrists while arching her back. Bates screams out worrying her arms are about to pop out of their sockets. The ref steps close, “what do you say Bates you want to give up?”
Redfaced with tears mingling with her sweat, LaKeisha growls, still intimidating, even while contorted in an agonizing knot, “I'm sure Da Man would like, wouldn't he? EEEERGHH!!" Not hearing the desired response Elizabeth switches her handholds Bates’ wrists to her chin, cranking it forward like it’s the heaviest pickaxe in the world, exposing LaKeisha’s neck to the world. Hopping once to get a starting groan out of her cargo, Thorn stalks the perimeter of the ring, bumping Bates with each step. Wringing out more moans and mews from the overly proud FAWN legend makes Elizabeth break into a toothy grin, the lights sparkling off her canines as she makes an example out of Bates.
Trapped and stretched on Thorns back, LaKeisha curse a blue streak “Gawdfukkinbullshitcu-” Having had her fill with this indignity LK waits for an unguarded moment then wrenches an arm free nearly dislocating it in the process, with her freed limb LaKeisha grabs Thorn’s right middle finger and bends it back like she’s going to snap it off! A shrill wail fills the air from Thorn’s lips, the brunette losing her composure and balance as she’s caught between maintaining her hold and saving her finger. In the Ruckus LaKeisha frees her other arm, she lets go of Thorn’s finger and spreads her arms out in a T. LaKeisha leans back, then hurls herself forward sending the antagonistic duo in a flipping spin cycle; Elizabeth landing hard on her back in a matchbook, arms pinned under Bates’ outstretched legs.
SUNSET BOMB
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LaKeisha reaches over to presses down on the back of Elizabeth’s right thigh to secure the pin while the referee slides in for the count. Voice raspy from screaming the last few minutes, the Legend sneers hoarsely, “Time to go back to catering.”
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
Elizabeth Thorn isn’t beat yet. The vampire kicks out before the only slap that matters, flopping out of Keish’s clutches onto her elbows. The Bootyshocker’s too frustrated with her enemy to argue with the zebra about his slow count, she powers to vertical, commentating, "Oh, I see the zombie doesn't want to go back into her grave." Mixing up her undead creatures, Bates pulls up a resisting Thorn onto her feet facing the crowd, Keish digs her fingers into the Darkstalker’s trapezius keeping Thorn still with a nerve hold as she slowly brings a fist back and rams her knuckles into Elizabeth’s lumbar. “AAH!” The vampire stumbles forward as she’s forcibly bowed backwards, LaKeisha turns away, reaching back to cup Thorn’s chin and pulls the undead’s head over her shoulder. LaKeisha kicks out her legs landing a short height onto her heavily cushioned back porch, Elizabeth gets a much harsher landing, jarring her neck against Bates’ shoulder before falling onto her side, rubbing her nape.
HANGMAN’S NECKBREAKER
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Made sluggish by pain Elizabeth allows herself to be flattened against the canvas, though racked by suffering Thorn is too offended by LK’s last comment to let it slide. Yelling through a grimace, “How dare you! I’m a vampire you brainless twit!”
Bates is running to the nearest set of ropes and rebounds into a running hip drop. Yelling back at her prone foe as she leaps “Same difference!" But the veteran may have jumped to the gun, Thorn rolls away just in time to avoid a brutal butt smash. Keish’s glutes land on thinly padded plywood instead of the Michgander’s sternum. LK raises her head back in a silent cry and rubs her abused tailbone, Elizabeth mockingly claps for her botch, “nice landing, Wario.” LaKeisha buries her pain and spins onto a knee and launches herself at the brunette “Fuck you, Elvira!”
LaKeisha charges at Elizabeth in a rage and gets doubled over with foot. Thorn takes hold of Bates’ limp hand in a Knuckle lock and uses it to pull the cringing veteran forward a few steps before raising the limb and twisting in an Armwringer. Thorn grunts while upping the torque and the stolen arm “By the way, if you confuse a vampire with a zombie, you’d be an appetizer for the zombies'' Bates tries to reverse the hold but Thorn keeps the arm at a bad angle and repeatedly kicks at Lakeisha’s hip to keep her immobile. The Texan hisses back, "Oh keep the fantasy bullshit to yourself! I got Da Man to give me REAL life threats. OOF!"
Thorn reels the Bootyshocker and whams her across the tits with a Short Arm Clothesline. Bates drops to the mat in heap, her arm held aloft by Elizabeth in the Knuckle lock.
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Backlit by the house lights the vampire tilts her head at LaKeisha “Noted and respected,” then pulls LK back to her feet, grinding her fingers as in a steel grip, “Bear in mind, I’m the one threatening your life now.”
Thorn yanks Bates towards her and seamlessly pivots to LK’s six. In the span of a second, Elizabeth snakes her right arm around LaKeisha’s neck, squeezing it between bicep and forearm. She lets go of LaKeisha’s hand to push down on the back of the ex-champion’s head as Thorn’s right hand grips her left bicep closing the noose.
Sleeperhold, Elizabeth Thorn to LaKeisha Bates.
Elizabeth Thorn has won more than a few dark matches and Jungle main events with this hold so the fans are on the edge of their seats at the thought of the young blood taking down a legend of the sport. Bates kicks at the mat trying to push Thorn to the ropes but the brunette expertly compensates, dragging her prey deeper into enemy waters. Empowered with the rise of the Blood Moon, Elizabeth’s arms contract to a startling definition. Surrounded by the pale white skin of her opponent’s arms LaKeisha’s blueing face stands out brilliantly on the FAWNtron and the millions of television and computer screens across the world. Elizabeth smiles at what she assumes is the Rumpshaker’s attempt at begging off, and shifts the Sleeper the tiniest bit, giving her enough room on Bates’ neck for a small vampiric bite. A strangled cry burbles from LaKeisha’s drooling lips when she feels teeth on her skin and Elizabeth’s powerful sucking of her flesh. No matter whos hand is raised at the end, LaKeisha’s leaving with a vivid hickey as a reminder of their contest. FAWNatics give a lustful cheer for the completion of Thorn’s finisher, the Vampire’s Embrace.
Bates claws and slaps at the python constricting her carotid artery, she can feel the match slipping away from her, and a loss on LK’s big return is not an option! With ropebreaks no longer viable, Bates tries stomping her boots on Thorn's painted toes, but the vampire's nimble as ever. Elizabeth gives LaKeisha’s neck a long, greedy, quaff before removing her ruby red lips from the Texan’s nape, a mark already visible and angry left behind. Wrenching LaKeisha’s head back and forth, Elizabeth whispers to Bates. “shhhh... shhhhhhhh... go to sleep, Bates. It’s ok, shhhhh... shhhhhhhhhhhhh...” She cooes in Bates’ ear while closing the noose of her arms ever tighter. LaKeisha has a biting comment at the ready but the lack of air to her brain turns her words to mush, "Mmmngh... Bihuuu..." The gluteal gladiator’s arms and legs leaden, and slow.
Elizabeth kneels to the canvas bringing Bates with her, knowing she has this win in hand Elizabeth motions the ref with a tilt of the head to check if her prey was out. The official genuflects and asks if Bates wants to quit. No response. He lifts her arm, it falls. He lifts it again, it falls. He lifts it a third- Bates reaches back and starts yanking Thorn's hair savagely! Elizabeth’s shriek rattles the windows, “AAAIEEE!!” Her beautiful raven hair is nearly torn from her scalp with Bates treating her coif like a rabid dog with a bone. she can not believe this overrated hussy is surviving her sleeper!
Speaking of, the vampire’s grip slightly loosens on LaKeisha’s throat, filling the legend with new air and new hope. LK keeps up on the hairpull and starts slamming elbows back into Elizabeth's side, alternating strikes to, and under the ribs. Elizabeth’s weathering the storm but each hit weakens her hold on the Texan’s neck and sends stabbing pain through her side “Ugh! Ugh! Ughh!!“. The submission’s not going away but LaKeisha slowly forces them back onto their feet, the two locked in an intense dance stumbling to and fro across the canvas as they exert power and leverage in opposing bursts. Thorn wills more power in her arms and retightens the noose on Bates, putting a noticeable tremor in the older woman’s stem. The brunette advises angrily, “Just tap already, Bates!” So frustrated is Thorn, she's almost willing to bite her on the neck, not in a sexy way, but where a chunk of LK will be missing from now on.
With nearly two decades of ring experience under her belt, Bates senses the closest corner and forces a fast backpedal, sandwiching Thorn between her and the turnbuckles with a rope shaking ‘Thump!”. Elizabeth's still latched on to LaKeisha but that meeting with buckles sapping most of the submission’s strength, the vampire’s arm going from choking noose to an ill-fitting tie. Freedom tantalizingly in sight, LaKeisha snatches the middle ropes at her sides and starts backing dat ass up into Thorn's middle with authority. Punctuating each backwards thrust of her pelvis with a harshly spoken word, “How! Do! You! Like! That!?”
Thorn grunts louder with every butt bump concaving her stomach “Goh! Guhh! GHEFFF!!” At last Elizabeth’s arms noodle and fall from LaKeisha’s neck, a light friction burn is left behind to go along with the hickey as a forget-me-not of the former champion’s big return. Bates reaches behind her and takes a gagging Thorn once again by the hair, a little harder than necessary, the veteran getting some pleasure out of torturing the previously glamorous follicles. Bates pulls till her opponent is over her shoulder, she takes three big steps, leaps and hops into the air with legs thrust out, using that famous cushion to land comfortably while hitting a stunner.
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The chin checking from Bates turns Elizabeth into a ragdoll, briefly propelled to full height, the vampire crumples to her knees, holding her jaw with a glazed expression. LK shoves Elizabeth to her back and covers her in a tight crossbody, gripping one of the brunette’s wrists with both hands and squeezing the other between her ankles LK lies heavy across Thorn’s chest as the zebra counts.
ONE!
TWO!!
“GAWDAMIT!!”
LaKeisha utters a curse at max volume as Thorn bucks like a thoroughbred bronco, flinging Bates’ curvy form off her own at a count of two point five. The two beauties slowly power to their feet, hunched over in exhaustion. Like a strange mirror image, they stand across from one another with hands on knees, staring at each other in silence. The camera cuts to each woman’s face, expressions of begrudging respect are shared at that moment. Something extremely, rarely given in LaKeisha’s case. The badonkadonk brawler wheezes out, "credit where credit is due. you gave me a good first match back, but now I'm putting you away, Count Chocula."
Elizabeth smirks and hisses back at Bates, sweat dripping off her nose onto the canvas. “I won’t be staked so easily.”
A silent starter’s pistol goes off in their minds and the combatants throw themselves at each other once again. Thorn is a step ahead and slaps a clothesline across LaKeisha’s tits, levelling the veteran to the mat. Bates is horizontal for less than a second before she back up whirling to face a speeding Thorn fresh from running the ropes, Another clothesline audibly “thwaps!” against LaKeisha’s jubblies upending the Bootyshocker again, Elizabeth doesn’t stop to savour and keeps on track for the ropes, knowing LaKeisha will be up in a flash. And there she is, LaKeisha kips up with far too energy this late into the match and turns with a haymaker locked n’ loaded- “THAWP!!” the third Clothesline lands, nearly blasting Bates’ bounty from their cups. LK’s back is starting to hurt from its constant meetings with the covered plywood.
A hattrick of the wind being knocked out of her slows LaKeisha’s rise from the canvas but going from 0.5 seconds to stand to 1.0 shows LK’s still got a lot of fight left in the tank. The Rumpshaker throws a big right fist, but it’s blocked by Thorn’s forearm and she takes one to the kisser in retaliation. In the instant Elizabeth reels her arm back, her hand forms a knife’s edge and “Claps!” the swell of Bates’ bosom with an overhand chop. Lakeisha winces, sucking air through her teeth and raises a hand to protect her chest, just to take another right haymaker that swivels her head. As the first blow, Elizabeth shows a deadly efficiency of motion by chopping the swell of LaKeisha’s breasts on the backswing. From there Thorn settles into a rhythm, alternating between punching and chopping, backing a yelping, punch dizzy Bates to a corner.
Eyes and head rolling, LaKeisha spills into the buckles throwing her arms over the coils to keep from dropping to her ass. Thorn halts her right-handed conveyor belt of pain and stutter-steps to angle her left shoulder at the Texan, crooking her to touch her shoulder Thorn lashes at Bates’ very sore chest with a series of Knife-edge Chops. The Bootyshocker’s head whips over the top turnbuckle and her legs kick out in front of her as Elizabeth’s chops get her gurls a rockin’! Bates squeals, screeches, and shrieks with every throw of Elizabeth’s arm, a spray of mist rises from each hit, dazzling in light and catching on the vampire’s tongue. It wasn’t as good as blood, but the veteran’s pain is still delicious. The chop storm’s speed wasn’t comparable to a Bloodwind but it made up the difference in pure force, seeing the official on the edge of her peripheral vision Elizabeth times her remaining chops to the zebra’s count. The final knife-edge thrown is the hardest of the fight and makes LaKeisha let out a wail that gets even lifelong LK haters to feel sympathy.
“One!!” CRACK! “Two!” CRACK! “Three!” CRACK! “Four!” “Five!” CRACK! “BWWWAGGGH!!”
With a mournful wail, LaKeisha crumples to her ass in the corner, arms around her bent legs, a reflexive action to protect her throbbing breasts. She takes in deep breaths trying to will the pain away, tears rolling off of LaKeisha’s cheeks. Elizabeth pauses her assault to show off her canines to the crowd in a toothy smile, spreading her arms out wide to take in her deserved adulation for a beat. She raises her writhing foe by an underhand grip on LK’s bicep and her hair, “Come,” Elizabeth takes a big step back, dropping hip to hurl LaKeisha across the ring with an Irish Whip then backing into the coils for a burst of speed, “The night’s not over!”
Forced onto a jog, LaKeisha tries to compose herself on the move, biting her lip to stop from yelling out with how much her rack hurt with each jiggle. She leaps into the turn to get maximum push back from the ropes and breaks into a full sprint toward a charging Thorn. -OOOHH- Fans thoughts of an epic train crash went unrealized but exceeded; LaKeisha flings her dominant arm between Thorn striding legs as they collide, drawing the lamia across her chest and turning in an instant to smear Elizabeth against the canvas with a Snap Scoop Powerslam that reverberates throughout the arena!
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“Grreegh!”
Elizabeth grunts loudly and unladylike as her body bounces high off the ring floor, careening mid-air to land awkwardly in a heap facedown. Elizabeth shudders feeling her skeleton and organs doing a quick game of musical chairs under her skin from the abrupt change in altitude. Still focused on victory, the vampire quickly getting her hands and knees under her to get back in the fight. “OOOFFF!” Bates collapses the bridge as soon as it arises! Pouncing on top of the Michgander’s back shins first, squashing Thorn between herself and the mat while putting some serious kinks in Thorn’s spine.
A pitiful sound crossed between a moan and a whine escapes Elizabeth while LaKeisha nestles into the kneel, the full weight of the FAWN legend divided equally between her upper and lower back. The Ringleader of Rumpshakers speaks forcefully and rhetorically while she stuffs Elizabeth’s left ankle in the pit of her right leg, “Thinkin’ you can run up the score on ME? You must be crazy.” LaKeisha pulls down on the vampire’s right foot, trapping the stems in a knot of their own making, with her other hand Bates reaches past Thorn’s right cheek and takes a strong underhand grip of the brunette’s chin, her powerful tines digging into the soft meat of the Suprahyoid muscles. “I’m about to destroy your whole world.”
On that ominous threat Bates rocks on to her curved back, keeping her grips tight she thrusts her legs forward, torturing every fibre of Thorn’s back a Bow and Arrow hold, a first of Bates and a longtime finisher of Shea London!
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Elizabeth grunts deeply and painfully with each jerk of Bates’ knees digging into her back. The challenger’s black leotard clinging with perspiration to the undead damsel’s gulping belly under the house lights. The FAWNatics are trisected into groups: some cry out for the darkly romantic face to escape, others scream in offence at the career heel using a finisher of what some consider THE heroine of the wrestling industry, but most are losing their minds at the audacity of LaKeisha Bates using this maneuver.
LaKeisha yells over the din as she cranks down on the hold and grinds her knees into Thorn’s spine, sending the pale woman into a fit of spasms.
"Like my new move?! I call it Henderson Street!" Elizabeth releases anguished shouts in short, uneven bursts till LaKeisha eases the tension a bit. Elizabeth growls through teeth clenched in pain and admits “it’s quite effective,” this was no submission, however, the brunette pointedly ignores the referee while she flails her arms trying to strike or claw her way of this grounded torture rack. Bates moves her knees like she's working a spin class and digs in her fingers as hard as possible in Thorn’s chin and foot, barking at her opponent to "QUIT!!"
Elizabeth shakes her head as defiantly as she can, given her limited range of motion “Never.”
Angered by her stubborn foe, Bates works the hold like she's been doing it all her life, attempting to snap the woman in half over her legs but Elizabeth won't tap. The Darkstalker mentally blocks some of the pain by timing the Bate's jostles with a laser focus. Enduring the punishment with what dignity she can muster while waiting... for just... the right... moment… NOW! Elizabeth whirls on a push of LaKeisha’s legs, leaning into the force of the veteran’s pull to roll down the Girl from the Ghetto’s stems, Elizabeth stuns LaKeisha with a micro splash and starts rapid firing punches to the crown of Bates’ head. An unskilled but vicious frenzy of a brawl occurs on the canvas for five long seconds till Thorn rolls away from Bates after a mutual shove away, both women are frustrated, exhausted and sore from this never-ending battle.
Lakeisha slowly trudges to standing, pulling on the ropes like a ladder then leaning back on them, throwing her arms out and over the top coil for stability. The Texan licks her lips before calling out to Thorn across the expanse of the mat in a tired yell. "Alright, this has been fun but the sun's coming up. This your last chance to leave the ring conscious." Elizabeth looks just as drained but has a surer footing. With an assist push up from the middle rope the vampire looks up at Bates panting and irritated. “Vampires can survive sunlight, they just get weaker from it,” she tells Bates, who stares back nonplussed. “Read the original Dracula novel.”
LaKeisha’s face twists in anger. A foul curse ready and waiting to leap from her tongue clamps down when LaKeisha sees Elizabeth retreat into the ropes and break into a run towards her, LaKeisha charges forward in response with no strategy other than not to let Elizabeth get the advantage. The Undead Damsel throws a left cross that Bates blocks with her arm and twists the limb into a Hammerlock; Thorn begins the reversal before Bates can complete her move, stealing LaKeisha’s arm and wrenching it behind the Booty Battler. Pressing her front to LaKeisha’s back, Thorn abandons the Hammerlock and slithers her arms around Bates’ head and neck to reapply her Vampire’s Embrace. Too bad for her, LaKeisha’s got the move scouted, she pulls down Elizabeth’s arm before it can lock in and spins to face her pale opponent, smartly using the rotation to add some pep to a Heart punch! Bate’s powerful fist concaves Elizabeth’s firm breast, the force of the blow travelling through the fatty tissue to disrupt the rhythm of the lamia’s blood pump. Elizabeth’s arms go limp to her sides as her jaw drops and eyes flutter, she staggers back, the colours draining from her already pale face. With a snarl, LaKeisha grabs Thorn before she falls and pulls the vampire into a sleeper of her own. Power coursing through her arms, Lakeisha loudly whispers to a gagging Thorn, her lips against the brunette’s ear "I'd make a stake pun, but you're probably sick of those."
Thorn hisses at Bates and claws at the bicep choking her, but as strong as the vampire’s spirit still remained that Heart Punch sapped much of the strength in her body, and Bates’ pythons are quickly draining the rest. LaKeisha tightens the noose turning Elizabeth’s normally alabaster face rosey and walks her opponent deeper into the ring, the chances of a ropebreak decreasing with every step. The referee asks if she wants to throw in the towel but Elizabeth waves him off with a finger, she isn't giving up yet!
The Darkstalker thrashes in LaKeisha’s clutches. Stomping her feet, throwing back elbows, clawing at the veteran’s face and hair, but LaKeisha cannot be dislodged. Elizabeth reaches deep down and gives one explosion of movement, wildly swiping at the air and kicking at the mat to push Bates further towards the ropes but it’s a lot of effort for too little progress. Slowly Thorn’s arms and legs take on that wet noodle quality and eyes close, her mind gives way to peaceful submission. The official reaches for Elizabeth’s wrist to check for consciousness but Bates pulls her away. Ignoring the brays of the zebra Bates breaks the sleeper to bend her backward, FAWNatics are abuzz with anticipation, they know what’s coming. Stepping over her soon to be victim’s head Bates' thighs close around the vampire's ears in a suffocating vice, Elizabeth’s features pressed tightly into Lakeisha’s crotch as her wrists are taken by the former champion.
Elizabeth lets out some muffled grunts, partially awakened by the crushing pressure on her cheeks, she’s totally out of it and barely able to put up a fight. Bates taunts the crowd as she draws out the tension, "You know you want to see it!" Letting the cameras and the spectators till just the right moment...Bam! RUMPSHAKER!!! Keisha jumps high in the air and drops on to her knees, the full weight of her big and beautiful ass pulverizing Thorn's head against the canvas.
Completely obscured by Bates’ lower body, Elizabeth gasps against the Rumpshaka’s togs, feeling like her head went through the plywood to the stadium floor. Keisha keeps her perch on Elizabeth’s nose and presses her hands on the vampire's tummy for the pin, circling her thumbs around the navel. The ref does a quick check of Thorn's shoulders before he counts.
He could have counted to a million, Elizabeth is too spent to get out of the pin.
1....2......3!!!
'YOUR WINNER, LAEKEISHA BATES!!!!”
Lakeisha shouts joyously to the world, "As if there were any doubts!", giving her hips a wiggle, and a slap to Thorn's tummy as she dismounts. The reaction to her win was loud but mixed. Everyone remembers her past nefarious antics and crimes against the beloved heroines of wrestling, but LaKeisha fought straight up and clean tonight in a hell of a match and fans respect it. Not that Bootyshocker needs the approval of Da Man’s peons… but it does feel good. After celebrating in all four corners, she sees Elizabeth awakening and moving to a seat. LaKeisha walks over and stands above the groggy vamp, the veteran extends a hand in a RARE showing of sportsmanship.
"You're alright for a dead chick"
Elizabeth is confused by this but takes the hand anyway, allowing LaKeisha to pull her to her feet. Elizabeth nods back in respect and shakes the hand, “And you’re not just all talk.”
"Never have been," Bates shockingly pulls Thorn into the briefest of one-armed hugs before breaking it and walking away from the flabbergasted fans and vampire.