Post by hawkeye on Mar 8, 2021 1:11:56 GMT
Understandably, the FAWNatics were in high spirits, the evening providing surprises aplenty and action galore and yet, still, their appetite for more was far from being sated.
When…
GOTTA SEE IT TO BELIEVE IT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwqcCoaqCPQ
…burst into life over the loud speakers, their mood did sour slightly, the collective masses that filled the Orlando Arena showering the entrance with boos even before the next competitor had stepped out. Upon reflection, that wasn’t much surprising, being as it seemed to take much longer than it should for that to occur.
After an unhealthy delay, Amanda Dark finally saw fit to arrive, every single inch of the five foot eight and one hundred and thirty-five pounds of the dark-haired destroyers sculptured physique surly to her core. Sporting a leather jacket that had seen better days and the darkest set of shades to have ever been worn indoors, the Mother of Midnight scowled as she took her sweet time down the ramp and towards the squared circle, temples still thumping from a hangover that, these days, was as perpetual as her drinking.
AMANDA DARK
As lethargic as she seemed, Dark still cut an imposing silhouette, and none could deny the mountains of accolades that the veteran had amassed across her career behind her. She was perhaps a far different beast to the one she had once been, but it was a mistake to believe that she was somehow less dangerous.
Close at her heels emerged Carla Crash, which only proved to rile the FAWNatics up even further, the Boulevard Bytch making few friends inside the industry other than with those as bitter as herself. She at least boasted considerably more vigour in her step as she trailed a few paces behind her sponsor, keeping herself limber and head on a swivel, but there was no mistaking the air of malice that followed in her wake, Carla always prepared to inflict a quick bit on violence on anyone she deemed deserving of it.
CARLA CRASH
As she finally reached the steel steps, Dark stretched out her back before she started ascending the furniture, ducking into the ring whilst her protégé kept to the outside, Carla tucked in close to the apron as she made her way over to what was to be the Storm Reapers corner.
Amanda didn’t wait on ceremony, the self-proclaimed Only Real Deal massaging her wrists as she made her steady way over to the turnbuckles that she was delegated, turning herself about to slump down on the middle one. She made no effort to make any further action other than to lean over and share an exchange with Crash that only the two of them could hear. After a few seconds of conversing, Carla nodded in understanding, and absolutely no-one liked what it could mean.
With a deep, world weary sigh, Amanda sat back up straight and rolled her neck slowly, grimacing before rubbing her forehead.
“I swear,” she complained to no-one but herself. “These assholes are getting louder.”
As her music wound down, a few seconds passed before the FAWNatics finally found themselves with something to celebrate…
CACTUS CLUB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnnTbczWuUY
…burst into life over the loud speakers and, seconds later, a lithe, lively Russkie burst out onto the stage, thankfully generating enough energy for at least two. Perpetual motion personified, Caity Drake was five foot seven and one hundred thirty pounds of gorgeous Russian Import that caught the attention of everyone watching almost instantly.
CAITY DRAKE
Blonde and beguiling, she moved swiftly with a swagger in her stride and a great deal of confidence, raising her arms in salute and never hesitating to return a welcome. Sleek in all the right places and packing a surprisingly powerful punch in the rest, the Red Winter Dragon was not shy in making her debute on the FAWN PPV stage, taking the largest crowd of her career to date in her stride and not missing a single step.
With her destination approaching, Caity increased her pace to a sprint and, diving beneath the bottom rope, she spiralled up to standing and arrived at centre ring. There, with her feet braced apart, she brought her biceps up to flex just in time for the Gladiatrix Photographers to capture a swift handful of images.
She spared Amanda a half look before backtracking towards the other corner, performing several stretches that, quite frankly, hypnotised more than a few people watching, the young woman forming shapes that summoned thoughts that were best left unspoken.
Dark, with a resigned sigh, pushed herself up from her improvised seat and, finally, shrugged off her jacket and took off her shades, momentarily blinking in the bright lights and handing her belongings to Crash.
Satisfied that both competitors were ready, the Official called for the bell.
Almost immediately the duo began circling, meeting for the first time in the ring and measuring each other up, Amanda with a slow step and regretfully working the slump out her strong shoulders, Drake with her posture loose and eyes sharp. A few seconds passed and then, after Dark snorted something to the outside of the ring that was best left undescribed, the unspoken signal was given and both of them surged forwards, connecting with a meaty whack in a solid collar and elbow embrace.
The FAWNatics cheered as they made contact, hostilities truly underway.
They shoved against one another, at centre ring, struggling to claim ground and writhing to secure leverage, pacing one step back before pushing forwards and neither wanted to surrender a single inch. As the grunts between the two grew steadily in conviction, the bigger Dark finally broke down Caity’s first wall of defences, buckling her guard and twisting her around with one arm in her possession, twisting the limb in a fierce armbar!
Drake hissed as she was bent forwards, both her wrist and shoulder protesting to the sharp rotations being meted out by the Mother of Midnight, Amanda regarding the Russian with her first look of contempt.
“You sure you’re up to this, Russkie?” Dark condescended dryly, expertly applying more pressure to the armbar. “I’ve got an inch and five pounds on you, might not seem like much,” Amanda paused to stifle an uninvited yawn. “F*ck, it doesn’t matter, it’s more than enough for me to run you over.”
Caity inhaled a deep breath, enduring not only the pain but also the taunting, working herself up before, with a great deal of skill and a quick moving feet, she was able to pivot, turn and twist her way out of Dark’s hold. She didn’t stop there, turning the tables on the brunette and neatly tying a swiftly frustrated Amanda up in the very same predicament she had just been in.
The FAWNatics loved it.
A silently irate Amanda didn’t.
“I wrestle with four brothers,” Drake answered, now that she was in the ascendency, her tone settling somewhere between amused and conversational. “You, not so big by comparison.”
“Wrestled with four brothers?” Dark questioned before being forced to wince, Caity adding fresh torque to her armbar. “I bet. How many of them f*cked you?”
Drake didn’t even hesitate, the Red Winter Dragon immediately releasing the armbar and then CRACKING!! Amanda across the back of skull with the stiffest elbow the FAWNatics had seen in a long time.
With a curse and shaking of her head, Amanda stumbled away, cradling her freed shoulder and wishing that her ears would stop ringing. Soon realising that she wasn’t being immediately jumped by a riled-up Russian, she stood back up straight and massaged her wrist. To her surprise Caity didn’t even look angry, but her manner had become cool and her mood was devoid of any remaining levity.
The two returned to circling.
“Crass,” Drake flatly stated, the two not breaking eye contact. “Very crass, even for American.”
“I’m a Dark,” Amanda explained without even a hint of an apology. “We excel in all things. By the way, that broken English schtick, it’s going to get really old, real fast.”
“I think not,” Caity disagreed, hunkering low and ready, several members of the audience paying a great deal of attention to the movement of her hips. “Tested well with, how you say, key demographics.”
“F*ck,” Dark shook her head. “You’ve been talking to Susan, haven’t you?”
“Da.”
“I shouldn’t be surprised,” Amanda turned to face Caity, circling her arm before deciding that it was as good as it was going to get for the rest of the evening. “F*cking blondes can’t keep your hands off each other, can you?”
“You are,” Drake paused for a moment, thinking the words over and nodding her head in the direction of Crash outside the ring. “The one to talk, da?”
“Alright, Comrade,” Dark broke circling protocol, stepping forwards towards centre ring and holding her right hand up high. “I hated you before I even woke up this afternoon, step up.”
Caity hesitated, not out of fear, but with a healthy dose of scepticism, the FAWNatics collectively sharing her sense of mistrust.
“Feel free to walk away,” Amanda flexed her fingers. “I wouldn’t want to fight me either.”
Shaking her head, Drake stood up straight and advanced, joining Dark at centre ring to raise her hand up high to link fingers…
…their respective palms didn’t even have chance to slap together before Amanda BOOTED her in the gut, Caity gasping out a great grunt of air as she folded forwards. With her posture momentarily far more susceptible to Dark’s desires, the Storm Reaper slipped her arms beneath her opponents shoulders to quickly collect them in one underhook after the other, trussing the blonde up good and proper. Package secured, Amanda inhaled and then, after bracing herself, she powered the Russian off her feet and flipped her up and over until she had Drake draped painfully over one shoulder in an excruciating Canadian Backbreaker.
Caity immediately cried out, involuntarily and loud as her spine was forcibly curled the wrong way, gravity conspiring to pull her unsupported upper and lower body towards the floor and adding additional torque to the submission. She grimaced as Amanda jostled her up and down, adding a few more spasms to her misery, clenching her teeth as long moans accompanied the continued punishment.
It didn’t last as long as some people expected, not when Amanda DROPPED down to her knees and, following her sudden stop, Drake’s shout was silent as her back was bounced and damn near popped across Dark’s weaponised shoulder!
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER DROP: @4:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaohEU16LPg
With a sharp recoil, Caity jolted away, landing on her side with a deep, pained exhale as she cradled the small her spine. To her credit, she was quick to get back up to sitting, proving her resiliency to more than a few sceptics.
Unfortunately, Amanda was right on her, the Only Real Deal having learned one thing from her recent encounter with young Summer Hopkins, and that was to put these new kids away quickly. As Drake’s eyes opened wide, Dark slapped home a STIFF Sleeper, locking the submission in with the most enthusiasm she had displayed all week.
“Tell me, really,” Amanda whispered into Drake’s ear, her opponent literally a captive audience. “Just how many of them did f*ck you?”
Immediately, Caity’s whole body stiffened, recognising the dire straits she was now in and, already, parts of her physique were starting to grow lax, her brain being starved of both oxygen and blood. To further compound issues, Drake applied ever increasing pressure of her hold, forcing a heady groan out of Drake’s torso, and a sharp wrench sent a strong shiver to run the length of her sleek physique.
With her lips parting slightly, the impulse to slump and surrender was almost overpowering, but the Red Winter Dragon would not be cowed so quickly. Steeling her resolve, which was still strong, she filled her posture with steel and slowly muscled her way up to kneeling, regardless of her opponent’s best efforts to ground her, the support of the FAWNatics dim in her ears but still able to reach her.
With a grimace, she thew her right elbow backwards and made contact with Dark’s ribs. Emboldened, she repeated the process and felt a little give, the third such back elbow delivered with the most force yet and, with a curse, Amanda released her from the Sleeper and whipped Caity down backwards flat against the mat.
Freed from the strength sapping embrace, Drake inhaled a deep and grateful breath, rolling over onto her front to help stall any attempt at follow up pinfall.
That didn’t stop Amanda from stomping down on her back, the towering brunette quick to put the boot in every time Caity got up to her hands and knees. The blonde being repeatedly mud stomped back down into the mat, grunting with each, solid stamp to her own exposed ribs but, with a great deal of tenacity, she managed to make progress towards the closest set of ring ropes and, with a lunge, she wrapped her arms about the bottom rope.
“Alright, Amanda,” the Official stepped in, finally given a reason to obstruct the impending lynching. “She’s in the ropes, give her some space.”
“Really?” Dark sighed in exasperation as she backed off, putting her hands up and making enough of a fuss to garner his full attention. “That’s what you’re going to give people a hard time about, that’s where you draw the ling, do you even watch this show?”
While the man in black and white seemed to be oblivious to the nature of her theatrics, the crowd were not, the FAWNatics in the front rows already beginning to raise a protest as they spotted Crash making her way slowly about the outside of the ring. With a wincing Drake leaning over the bottom rope in an effort to regain her breath and massage her neck, Carla saw her window of opportunity and charged, running the length of the apron and CRACKING Caity clean across her cheek with a mean looking right hook.
Blindsided, the Russian’s head snapped to one side as her vision exploded with stars, Drake cradling her face as she instinctively pulled herself away and rolled over onto her back.
The crowd protested loudly, but it happened so fast that they were they only ones who saw it, and Carla was already well away from the scene of her crime, looking as though she couldn’t have possibly been involved.
“There, are you happy?” Amanda motioned past the Official, drawing his attention back to Caity who was trying to roll up onto her knee. “She’s out of the ropes, can I do my job now, would that be ok with you? Good, I’m glad, you’re a credit to the industry.”
Brushing aside the one person in the ring who was supposed to be able to wield authority, Dark got back to the business of applying pressure to her opponent. She bullied the blonde back up to boot leather before slinging one of the young woman’s arms up and over her shoulder and grabbing a tight hold of her belt.
“How about you?” Dark suddenly hauled her opponent up into the air, taking her weight and whipping her athletic frame up and over with a text book Snap Suplex. “How’s the first day going?”
Drake thumped down hard against the mat and, with a wince, the recoil bounced her back up to sitting, the athlete cradling the small of her back as she leant over on one palm.
Amanda was back on her in an instant, returning to putting the boot in, this time to the blonde’s shoulder, the Red Winter Dragon releasing a pained cry as she clutched at the pained joint and pivoted away and up onto one knee. She forced herself to keep going, finding her feet at a stumble just in time for Dark to body up close to her, grab a wrist and, after a sharp pivot, launch her into an Irish Whip.
Caity dashed across the canvas, picking up speed as she approached the ring ropes, turning herself about in time to rebound off the rubber coated steel and be propelled back across the ring. Amanda was there to greet her, lining her up for a…
…Drake ducked the clothesline, the FAWNatics finding their voices as she evaded danger!!
They did so even more when she slammed on the brakes, readjusted her step as the flat-footed Dark turned about, and threw her right stem up into the air to crack the sole of her boot to the underside of the brunette’s jaw!
SUPERKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O6GE7khcfWw
With her head sent snapping backwards on her shoulders, Amanda dropped to the canvas hard, her head feeling like it was splitting as her hangover flared up like a bytch. Suddenly in an incredibly foul mood, Dark refused to lose ground, springing back up to her feet even as the FAWNatics were celebrating her misfortune.
She did not have long to stabilise however, not with Caity zeroing right back in on her position and NAILING her with a sweet Dropkick, one delivered with enough force to empty her torso of air and send her tumbling backwards into the closest set of turnbuckles. She slumped there for a second, shaking her head and arms draped over the top ropes, but it was with a deep breath that she began to push her way out…
…just in time for Drake to stop her from doing so, the Red Winter Dragon in full throttle now as she, back on her feet, sprinted forwards and leapt into the air. Leading the way with both of her knees as she SLAMMED those joints HARD against her adversary’s chest!!
For a brief moment, Dark felt like she had been run over as was crushed between one hundred and thirty pounds of high velocity Russkie and unyielding turnbuckles to her spine, air exploding from body as she was shaken from head to toe.
Bouncing away and landing easily on her boot leather, Caity was ideally placed to grasp her opponent’s wrists and tug her forwards, leading Amanda on before folding her forwards. Quickly applying one underhook after the other, Drake displayed her own affinity for the Suplex after bracing herself and then tossing her unwilling cargo up and over to come crashing back down onto the mat across her head shoulders!
DOUBLE KNEE SMASH/SUPLEX COMBO: @4:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYkIPm60tZI
Amanda grimaced after she bounced bodily off the mat and then skidded several feet, rolling herself over and then, demonstrating exceptional ring awareness, slipped her way out of the ring. She dropped off the edge of the squared circle and landed on her feet and then, in a dramatically less professional way she SLAMMED her palms down HARD on the side of the apron and cursed, stepping away from the ring with mounting frustration and placing her hands on her hips.
Slowly, she paced back and forth, displaying absolutely zero intentions of getting back into the squared circle at any point in the near future, exhaling deeply and grimacing whilst working on catching her breath.
“Dark,” the Official intruded on her thoughts. “I’ll need you to get back into the ring.”
“Give me a second…”
“Amanda…”
“I said give me a second!” the veteran snapped.
“I can give you ten,” the Official responded, displaying a surprising amount of jip for someone in his profession.
“ONE!”
The Storm Reaper continued to pace, blocking out his prattling and, with one hand, massaged her throbbing temples. Reaching the barricades, she looked up and, without warning, snatched a plastic cup out of the hands of a surprised spectator. Dark downed the alcoholic beverage and screwed up the now empty container before tossing it away. She grimaced, shaking her head and feeling far from satisfied, leaning forwards against the guardrail before pushing away.
“Fuck,” she muttered, “order something stronger next time,” she complained before making it back to the ring.
She rolled beneath the bottom rope and got back up to her feet, rolling her arms as she squared back up with the limber and waiting Drake.
“Alright,” Amanda snorted free something less than savoury. “Enough pissing around, I haven’t the patience.”
“Da,” Caity agreed, motioning Dark to come forwards. “I will be the winning now.”
Amanda shook her head, the Only Real Deal advancing quickly to meet the blonde at centre ring…
…only to find that the engagement to be shockingly short lived, the brunette flipped head over heels and dropped to the canvas on the wrong end of a galling Hip Toss! Dropped on her ass as Drake pivoted and paced away with a light step, an incredulous Dark could only sit there as the FAWNatics took the opportunity to mock her, Amanda’s pride arguably taking the biggest hit of the evening.
Inhaling a deep breath, the crowd taunting her, Dark shook her head and got back up to standing, finding Caity waiting for her a few strides away. The Russian was low and ready, ready to react at a moment’s notice and, with twitch of fresh smile, Drake beckoned for Amanda to come hither.
Bait set and almost immediately taken, the Mother of Midnight pushed back up to her feet, advanced quickly, locked up with Caity with a meaty collision of writhing arms…
…before swiftly being deposited right back on over on her backside, flipped head over heels and sent tumbling on the wrong end of a second Hip Toss!
Dark was furious, the crowd relishing in her mounting embarrassment as the veteran slammed one palm on the canvas before she got straight back up. She did so more swiftly the second time, more animated than she had been all year, the newcomer working her last nerve whilst her temples were hammering.
“That’s it!” she warned as she advanced. “One more time, and you can forget about your brothers, I’ll be the one f*cking you in the middle of this ri…”
Drake was no longer waiting, the Red Winter Dragon the picture of motion as she shot forwards, Amanda flat footed as she leapt high up into the air and the brunette took an involuntary step back. For just a second, it actually looked like Dark would be able to seize control, her palms grasping Caity’s hips, but the blonde had spun herself about in mid-flight and, now in the wheelbarrow position, she threw all of her momentum forwards!
A moment too late, Amanda knew what was coming next, scooped off her feet as Drake’s upper body swung like a pendulum through her legs just as the Russian’s own stems were yanking her forwards. There wasn’t even time to curse as again, albeit far more dramatically, she was yanked off her feet and sent tumbling head over heels. Their bodies linked together, Caity and Dark rolled together until the American’s shoulders were pressed down on the canvas, Drake was sat on her chest and the brunette could not be compacted down into an even tighter ball.
WHEELBARROW VICTORY ROLLUP: @0:09 Onwards.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=11CM4t7K7q8
The Official was there to begin counting, even Amanda struggled for all it was worth…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Caity was propelled away from Amanda broke free from her confines a fraction too late, the FAWNatics erupted at the unexpectantly sudden conclusion, the Storm Reaper humbled in a fashion she had not been in some years. Dark said nothing for several seconds, sitting in incredulous disbelief, shaking her head before slowly rubbing her temples whilst Drake, in stark comparison, was pumping her fist up into the air as her music…
CACTUS CLUB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnnTbczWuUY
…returned to the sound speakers, the crowd joining her in a victory lap as the rookie was confirmed as the winner of the contest.
Amanda shook her head again, the motion both slow and measured before running a hand through her hair.
“No,” she denied the outcome, pushing herself back to standing regardless of how much her hangover demanded she take the easy way out. “No, not a chance, that’s not how I lose!”
Caity, still aware of her surroundings came to a stop and met the irate Dark at centre ring, standing with one hand on her hips and imperious tip of her chin. “I am thinking it is.”
“That’s what you want?” Amanda bodied up the blonde.
“Da,” Drake nodded back. “I am thinking, quick victory look good on resume.”
Suddenly, to the surprise of the FAWNatics, the irritation bled from the brunettes towering physique as though it had never been there, and her manner slipped back towards lethargic.
“Honestly,” Amanda caught everyone flat footed, rubbing her right eye with her thumb. “I was hoping for something similar…”
WHACK!!
The crowd let out great gasps of alarm, even a few cries of warning as Crash dove into the ring with a steel chair in hand and SLAMMED the folded-up furniture across the back of the Russian, damn near knocking the life out of the Red Winter Dragon in one, fell handed swoop!
Drake went down hard, first falling to one knee before dropping to one side, trembling in shock as she pawed aimlessly at her back, both Amanda and Carla towering over the blindsided blonde.
“But this sort of thing usually works out better,” Dark commented whilst pinching the bridge of her nose. “Alight,” she commanded her protégé, whilst absently booting Caity across her temple to keep her pliant on the canvas. “Get another one.”
The Hollywood Hooligan did as she was bid, Crash passing the steel chair in her possession to Amanda before dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring. The FAWNatics were in full voice as she went in search of a second implement of destruction, showering the duo with protests as Carla secured for herself a second steel chair.
Inside the ring, Dark was making use of the one she already possessed, snapping it back open and setting in down on the deck, rubbing her forehead as her partner in crime returned to the ring. Crash didn’t wait on ceremony, setting up the second piece of furniture opposite the first whilst Dark collected the stunned winner of the contest.
Amanda delivered a second boot to the young woman’s temple as Drake was showing a few more signs of life than she was comfortable with, knocking the blonde senseless before leaning down and slowly bullying her largely flaccid frame up to vertical. Tucking her shoulder into her fellow athletes’ tummy, she muscled Caity up into position in a Fireman’s Carry, parading the victor about the ring like a trophy.
“Take note, Crash,” Dark spared her protégé a sideways glance whilst adjusting her grip and, even as the crowd pleaded with her not to do it, Amanda would not be swayed from her course. “This is how you stay on top.”
The Only Real Deal then pulled the trigger, shoving up on Drake’s lower limbs and, sending the Russkie sailing up and over through the air before SLAMMING the young woman down across not one, but two steel chairs, WHACKING her spine across of the unyielding furniture. The CLANG!! filled the arena and many looked away, but those watching could not escape hearing the cry of enforced pain escaping from Caity’s punished frame, the young woman left quivering and dire straits.
FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM ONTO CHAIRS: @0:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-A_gwzCHuNs
Moments later…
GOTTA SEE IT TO BELIEVE IT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwqcCoaqCPQ
…returned to the loud speakers, despite Amanda’s loss, and the FAWNatics showered the ring with boos.
Dark didn’t seem overly concerned, far more vexed by her ever-present hangover than she was with their collective disapproval. If anything, the masses were writing her a blank check to keep her in the spotlight and, with her temples throbbing, the Mother of Midnight finally took an opportunity to sit down, dropping herself down to doing so on the shivering torso of her opponent.
Caity groaned as Amanda used her as a seat, a throne for the woman that she had defeated, and it was the last thing people would see before the feed cut to promotional…
When…
GOTTA SEE IT TO BELIEVE IT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwqcCoaqCPQ
…burst into life over the loud speakers, their mood did sour slightly, the collective masses that filled the Orlando Arena showering the entrance with boos even before the next competitor had stepped out. Upon reflection, that wasn’t much surprising, being as it seemed to take much longer than it should for that to occur.
After an unhealthy delay, Amanda Dark finally saw fit to arrive, every single inch of the five foot eight and one hundred and thirty-five pounds of the dark-haired destroyers sculptured physique surly to her core. Sporting a leather jacket that had seen better days and the darkest set of shades to have ever been worn indoors, the Mother of Midnight scowled as she took her sweet time down the ramp and towards the squared circle, temples still thumping from a hangover that, these days, was as perpetual as her drinking.
AMANDA DARK
As lethargic as she seemed, Dark still cut an imposing silhouette, and none could deny the mountains of accolades that the veteran had amassed across her career behind her. She was perhaps a far different beast to the one she had once been, but it was a mistake to believe that she was somehow less dangerous.
Close at her heels emerged Carla Crash, which only proved to rile the FAWNatics up even further, the Boulevard Bytch making few friends inside the industry other than with those as bitter as herself. She at least boasted considerably more vigour in her step as she trailed a few paces behind her sponsor, keeping herself limber and head on a swivel, but there was no mistaking the air of malice that followed in her wake, Carla always prepared to inflict a quick bit on violence on anyone she deemed deserving of it.
CARLA CRASH
As she finally reached the steel steps, Dark stretched out her back before she started ascending the furniture, ducking into the ring whilst her protégé kept to the outside, Carla tucked in close to the apron as she made her way over to what was to be the Storm Reapers corner.
Amanda didn’t wait on ceremony, the self-proclaimed Only Real Deal massaging her wrists as she made her steady way over to the turnbuckles that she was delegated, turning herself about to slump down on the middle one. She made no effort to make any further action other than to lean over and share an exchange with Crash that only the two of them could hear. After a few seconds of conversing, Carla nodded in understanding, and absolutely no-one liked what it could mean.
With a deep, world weary sigh, Amanda sat back up straight and rolled her neck slowly, grimacing before rubbing her forehead.
“I swear,” she complained to no-one but herself. “These assholes are getting louder.”
As her music wound down, a few seconds passed before the FAWNatics finally found themselves with something to celebrate…
CACTUS CLUB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnnTbczWuUY
…burst into life over the loud speakers and, seconds later, a lithe, lively Russkie burst out onto the stage, thankfully generating enough energy for at least two. Perpetual motion personified, Caity Drake was five foot seven and one hundred thirty pounds of gorgeous Russian Import that caught the attention of everyone watching almost instantly.
CAITY DRAKE
Blonde and beguiling, she moved swiftly with a swagger in her stride and a great deal of confidence, raising her arms in salute and never hesitating to return a welcome. Sleek in all the right places and packing a surprisingly powerful punch in the rest, the Red Winter Dragon was not shy in making her debute on the FAWN PPV stage, taking the largest crowd of her career to date in her stride and not missing a single step.
With her destination approaching, Caity increased her pace to a sprint and, diving beneath the bottom rope, she spiralled up to standing and arrived at centre ring. There, with her feet braced apart, she brought her biceps up to flex just in time for the Gladiatrix Photographers to capture a swift handful of images.
She spared Amanda a half look before backtracking towards the other corner, performing several stretches that, quite frankly, hypnotised more than a few people watching, the young woman forming shapes that summoned thoughts that were best left unspoken.
Dark, with a resigned sigh, pushed herself up from her improvised seat and, finally, shrugged off her jacket and took off her shades, momentarily blinking in the bright lights and handing her belongings to Crash.
Satisfied that both competitors were ready, the Official called for the bell.
Almost immediately the duo began circling, meeting for the first time in the ring and measuring each other up, Amanda with a slow step and regretfully working the slump out her strong shoulders, Drake with her posture loose and eyes sharp. A few seconds passed and then, after Dark snorted something to the outside of the ring that was best left undescribed, the unspoken signal was given and both of them surged forwards, connecting with a meaty whack in a solid collar and elbow embrace.
The FAWNatics cheered as they made contact, hostilities truly underway.
They shoved against one another, at centre ring, struggling to claim ground and writhing to secure leverage, pacing one step back before pushing forwards and neither wanted to surrender a single inch. As the grunts between the two grew steadily in conviction, the bigger Dark finally broke down Caity’s first wall of defences, buckling her guard and twisting her around with one arm in her possession, twisting the limb in a fierce armbar!
Drake hissed as she was bent forwards, both her wrist and shoulder protesting to the sharp rotations being meted out by the Mother of Midnight, Amanda regarding the Russian with her first look of contempt.
“You sure you’re up to this, Russkie?” Dark condescended dryly, expertly applying more pressure to the armbar. “I’ve got an inch and five pounds on you, might not seem like much,” Amanda paused to stifle an uninvited yawn. “F*ck, it doesn’t matter, it’s more than enough for me to run you over.”
Caity inhaled a deep breath, enduring not only the pain but also the taunting, working herself up before, with a great deal of skill and a quick moving feet, she was able to pivot, turn and twist her way out of Dark’s hold. She didn’t stop there, turning the tables on the brunette and neatly tying a swiftly frustrated Amanda up in the very same predicament she had just been in.
The FAWNatics loved it.
A silently irate Amanda didn’t.
“I wrestle with four brothers,” Drake answered, now that she was in the ascendency, her tone settling somewhere between amused and conversational. “You, not so big by comparison.”
“Wrestled with four brothers?” Dark questioned before being forced to wince, Caity adding fresh torque to her armbar. “I bet. How many of them f*cked you?”
Drake didn’t even hesitate, the Red Winter Dragon immediately releasing the armbar and then CRACKING!! Amanda across the back of skull with the stiffest elbow the FAWNatics had seen in a long time.
With a curse and shaking of her head, Amanda stumbled away, cradling her freed shoulder and wishing that her ears would stop ringing. Soon realising that she wasn’t being immediately jumped by a riled-up Russian, she stood back up straight and massaged her wrist. To her surprise Caity didn’t even look angry, but her manner had become cool and her mood was devoid of any remaining levity.
The two returned to circling.
“Crass,” Drake flatly stated, the two not breaking eye contact. “Very crass, even for American.”
“I’m a Dark,” Amanda explained without even a hint of an apology. “We excel in all things. By the way, that broken English schtick, it’s going to get really old, real fast.”
“I think not,” Caity disagreed, hunkering low and ready, several members of the audience paying a great deal of attention to the movement of her hips. “Tested well with, how you say, key demographics.”
“F*ck,” Dark shook her head. “You’ve been talking to Susan, haven’t you?”
“Da.”
“I shouldn’t be surprised,” Amanda turned to face Caity, circling her arm before deciding that it was as good as it was going to get for the rest of the evening. “F*cking blondes can’t keep your hands off each other, can you?”
“You are,” Drake paused for a moment, thinking the words over and nodding her head in the direction of Crash outside the ring. “The one to talk, da?”
“Alright, Comrade,” Dark broke circling protocol, stepping forwards towards centre ring and holding her right hand up high. “I hated you before I even woke up this afternoon, step up.”
Caity hesitated, not out of fear, but with a healthy dose of scepticism, the FAWNatics collectively sharing her sense of mistrust.
“Feel free to walk away,” Amanda flexed her fingers. “I wouldn’t want to fight me either.”
Shaking her head, Drake stood up straight and advanced, joining Dark at centre ring to raise her hand up high to link fingers…
…their respective palms didn’t even have chance to slap together before Amanda BOOTED her in the gut, Caity gasping out a great grunt of air as she folded forwards. With her posture momentarily far more susceptible to Dark’s desires, the Storm Reaper slipped her arms beneath her opponents shoulders to quickly collect them in one underhook after the other, trussing the blonde up good and proper. Package secured, Amanda inhaled and then, after bracing herself, she powered the Russian off her feet and flipped her up and over until she had Drake draped painfully over one shoulder in an excruciating Canadian Backbreaker.
Caity immediately cried out, involuntarily and loud as her spine was forcibly curled the wrong way, gravity conspiring to pull her unsupported upper and lower body towards the floor and adding additional torque to the submission. She grimaced as Amanda jostled her up and down, adding a few more spasms to her misery, clenching her teeth as long moans accompanied the continued punishment.
It didn’t last as long as some people expected, not when Amanda DROPPED down to her knees and, following her sudden stop, Drake’s shout was silent as her back was bounced and damn near popped across Dark’s weaponised shoulder!
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER DROP: @4:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaohEU16LPg
With a sharp recoil, Caity jolted away, landing on her side with a deep, pained exhale as she cradled the small her spine. To her credit, she was quick to get back up to sitting, proving her resiliency to more than a few sceptics.
Unfortunately, Amanda was right on her, the Only Real Deal having learned one thing from her recent encounter with young Summer Hopkins, and that was to put these new kids away quickly. As Drake’s eyes opened wide, Dark slapped home a STIFF Sleeper, locking the submission in with the most enthusiasm she had displayed all week.
“Tell me, really,” Amanda whispered into Drake’s ear, her opponent literally a captive audience. “Just how many of them did f*ck you?”
Immediately, Caity’s whole body stiffened, recognising the dire straits she was now in and, already, parts of her physique were starting to grow lax, her brain being starved of both oxygen and blood. To further compound issues, Drake applied ever increasing pressure of her hold, forcing a heady groan out of Drake’s torso, and a sharp wrench sent a strong shiver to run the length of her sleek physique.
With her lips parting slightly, the impulse to slump and surrender was almost overpowering, but the Red Winter Dragon would not be cowed so quickly. Steeling her resolve, which was still strong, she filled her posture with steel and slowly muscled her way up to kneeling, regardless of her opponent’s best efforts to ground her, the support of the FAWNatics dim in her ears but still able to reach her.
With a grimace, she thew her right elbow backwards and made contact with Dark’s ribs. Emboldened, she repeated the process and felt a little give, the third such back elbow delivered with the most force yet and, with a curse, Amanda released her from the Sleeper and whipped Caity down backwards flat against the mat.
Freed from the strength sapping embrace, Drake inhaled a deep and grateful breath, rolling over onto her front to help stall any attempt at follow up pinfall.
That didn’t stop Amanda from stomping down on her back, the towering brunette quick to put the boot in every time Caity got up to her hands and knees. The blonde being repeatedly mud stomped back down into the mat, grunting with each, solid stamp to her own exposed ribs but, with a great deal of tenacity, she managed to make progress towards the closest set of ring ropes and, with a lunge, she wrapped her arms about the bottom rope.
“Alright, Amanda,” the Official stepped in, finally given a reason to obstruct the impending lynching. “She’s in the ropes, give her some space.”
“Really?” Dark sighed in exasperation as she backed off, putting her hands up and making enough of a fuss to garner his full attention. “That’s what you’re going to give people a hard time about, that’s where you draw the ling, do you even watch this show?”
While the man in black and white seemed to be oblivious to the nature of her theatrics, the crowd were not, the FAWNatics in the front rows already beginning to raise a protest as they spotted Crash making her way slowly about the outside of the ring. With a wincing Drake leaning over the bottom rope in an effort to regain her breath and massage her neck, Carla saw her window of opportunity and charged, running the length of the apron and CRACKING Caity clean across her cheek with a mean looking right hook.
Blindsided, the Russian’s head snapped to one side as her vision exploded with stars, Drake cradling her face as she instinctively pulled herself away and rolled over onto her back.
The crowd protested loudly, but it happened so fast that they were they only ones who saw it, and Carla was already well away from the scene of her crime, looking as though she couldn’t have possibly been involved.
“There, are you happy?” Amanda motioned past the Official, drawing his attention back to Caity who was trying to roll up onto her knee. “She’s out of the ropes, can I do my job now, would that be ok with you? Good, I’m glad, you’re a credit to the industry.”
Brushing aside the one person in the ring who was supposed to be able to wield authority, Dark got back to the business of applying pressure to her opponent. She bullied the blonde back up to boot leather before slinging one of the young woman’s arms up and over her shoulder and grabbing a tight hold of her belt.
“How about you?” Dark suddenly hauled her opponent up into the air, taking her weight and whipping her athletic frame up and over with a text book Snap Suplex. “How’s the first day going?”
Drake thumped down hard against the mat and, with a wince, the recoil bounced her back up to sitting, the athlete cradling the small of her back as she leant over on one palm.
Amanda was back on her in an instant, returning to putting the boot in, this time to the blonde’s shoulder, the Red Winter Dragon releasing a pained cry as she clutched at the pained joint and pivoted away and up onto one knee. She forced herself to keep going, finding her feet at a stumble just in time for Dark to body up close to her, grab a wrist and, after a sharp pivot, launch her into an Irish Whip.
Caity dashed across the canvas, picking up speed as she approached the ring ropes, turning herself about in time to rebound off the rubber coated steel and be propelled back across the ring. Amanda was there to greet her, lining her up for a…
…Drake ducked the clothesline, the FAWNatics finding their voices as she evaded danger!!
They did so even more when she slammed on the brakes, readjusted her step as the flat-footed Dark turned about, and threw her right stem up into the air to crack the sole of her boot to the underside of the brunette’s jaw!
SUPERKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O6GE7khcfWw
With her head sent snapping backwards on her shoulders, Amanda dropped to the canvas hard, her head feeling like it was splitting as her hangover flared up like a bytch. Suddenly in an incredibly foul mood, Dark refused to lose ground, springing back up to her feet even as the FAWNatics were celebrating her misfortune.
She did not have long to stabilise however, not with Caity zeroing right back in on her position and NAILING her with a sweet Dropkick, one delivered with enough force to empty her torso of air and send her tumbling backwards into the closest set of turnbuckles. She slumped there for a second, shaking her head and arms draped over the top ropes, but it was with a deep breath that she began to push her way out…
…just in time for Drake to stop her from doing so, the Red Winter Dragon in full throttle now as she, back on her feet, sprinted forwards and leapt into the air. Leading the way with both of her knees as she SLAMMED those joints HARD against her adversary’s chest!!
For a brief moment, Dark felt like she had been run over as was crushed between one hundred and thirty pounds of high velocity Russkie and unyielding turnbuckles to her spine, air exploding from body as she was shaken from head to toe.
Bouncing away and landing easily on her boot leather, Caity was ideally placed to grasp her opponent’s wrists and tug her forwards, leading Amanda on before folding her forwards. Quickly applying one underhook after the other, Drake displayed her own affinity for the Suplex after bracing herself and then tossing her unwilling cargo up and over to come crashing back down onto the mat across her head shoulders!
DOUBLE KNEE SMASH/SUPLEX COMBO: @4:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYkIPm60tZI
Amanda grimaced after she bounced bodily off the mat and then skidded several feet, rolling herself over and then, demonstrating exceptional ring awareness, slipped her way out of the ring. She dropped off the edge of the squared circle and landed on her feet and then, in a dramatically less professional way she SLAMMED her palms down HARD on the side of the apron and cursed, stepping away from the ring with mounting frustration and placing her hands on her hips.
Slowly, she paced back and forth, displaying absolutely zero intentions of getting back into the squared circle at any point in the near future, exhaling deeply and grimacing whilst working on catching her breath.
“Dark,” the Official intruded on her thoughts. “I’ll need you to get back into the ring.”
“Give me a second…”
“Amanda…”
“I said give me a second!” the veteran snapped.
“I can give you ten,” the Official responded, displaying a surprising amount of jip for someone in his profession.
“ONE!”
The Storm Reaper continued to pace, blocking out his prattling and, with one hand, massaged her throbbing temples. Reaching the barricades, she looked up and, without warning, snatched a plastic cup out of the hands of a surprised spectator. Dark downed the alcoholic beverage and screwed up the now empty container before tossing it away. She grimaced, shaking her head and feeling far from satisfied, leaning forwards against the guardrail before pushing away.
“Fuck,” she muttered, “order something stronger next time,” she complained before making it back to the ring.
She rolled beneath the bottom rope and got back up to her feet, rolling her arms as she squared back up with the limber and waiting Drake.
“Alright,” Amanda snorted free something less than savoury. “Enough pissing around, I haven’t the patience.”
“Da,” Caity agreed, motioning Dark to come forwards. “I will be the winning now.”
Amanda shook her head, the Only Real Deal advancing quickly to meet the blonde at centre ring…
…only to find that the engagement to be shockingly short lived, the brunette flipped head over heels and dropped to the canvas on the wrong end of a galling Hip Toss! Dropped on her ass as Drake pivoted and paced away with a light step, an incredulous Dark could only sit there as the FAWNatics took the opportunity to mock her, Amanda’s pride arguably taking the biggest hit of the evening.
Inhaling a deep breath, the crowd taunting her, Dark shook her head and got back up to standing, finding Caity waiting for her a few strides away. The Russian was low and ready, ready to react at a moment’s notice and, with twitch of fresh smile, Drake beckoned for Amanda to come hither.
Bait set and almost immediately taken, the Mother of Midnight pushed back up to her feet, advanced quickly, locked up with Caity with a meaty collision of writhing arms…
…before swiftly being deposited right back on over on her backside, flipped head over heels and sent tumbling on the wrong end of a second Hip Toss!
Dark was furious, the crowd relishing in her mounting embarrassment as the veteran slammed one palm on the canvas before she got straight back up. She did so more swiftly the second time, more animated than she had been all year, the newcomer working her last nerve whilst her temples were hammering.
“That’s it!” she warned as she advanced. “One more time, and you can forget about your brothers, I’ll be the one f*cking you in the middle of this ri…”
Drake was no longer waiting, the Red Winter Dragon the picture of motion as she shot forwards, Amanda flat footed as she leapt high up into the air and the brunette took an involuntary step back. For just a second, it actually looked like Dark would be able to seize control, her palms grasping Caity’s hips, but the blonde had spun herself about in mid-flight and, now in the wheelbarrow position, she threw all of her momentum forwards!
A moment too late, Amanda knew what was coming next, scooped off her feet as Drake’s upper body swung like a pendulum through her legs just as the Russian’s own stems were yanking her forwards. There wasn’t even time to curse as again, albeit far more dramatically, she was yanked off her feet and sent tumbling head over heels. Their bodies linked together, Caity and Dark rolled together until the American’s shoulders were pressed down on the canvas, Drake was sat on her chest and the brunette could not be compacted down into an even tighter ball.
WHEELBARROW VICTORY ROLLUP: @0:09 Onwards.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=11CM4t7K7q8
The Official was there to begin counting, even Amanda struggled for all it was worth…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Caity was propelled away from Amanda broke free from her confines a fraction too late, the FAWNatics erupted at the unexpectantly sudden conclusion, the Storm Reaper humbled in a fashion she had not been in some years. Dark said nothing for several seconds, sitting in incredulous disbelief, shaking her head before slowly rubbing her temples whilst Drake, in stark comparison, was pumping her fist up into the air as her music…
CACTUS CLUB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnnTbczWuUY
…returned to the sound speakers, the crowd joining her in a victory lap as the rookie was confirmed as the winner of the contest.
Amanda shook her head again, the motion both slow and measured before running a hand through her hair.
“No,” she denied the outcome, pushing herself back to standing regardless of how much her hangover demanded she take the easy way out. “No, not a chance, that’s not how I lose!”
Caity, still aware of her surroundings came to a stop and met the irate Dark at centre ring, standing with one hand on her hips and imperious tip of her chin. “I am thinking it is.”
“That’s what you want?” Amanda bodied up the blonde.
“Da,” Drake nodded back. “I am thinking, quick victory look good on resume.”
Suddenly, to the surprise of the FAWNatics, the irritation bled from the brunettes towering physique as though it had never been there, and her manner slipped back towards lethargic.
“Honestly,” Amanda caught everyone flat footed, rubbing her right eye with her thumb. “I was hoping for something similar…”
WHACK!!
The crowd let out great gasps of alarm, even a few cries of warning as Crash dove into the ring with a steel chair in hand and SLAMMED the folded-up furniture across the back of the Russian, damn near knocking the life out of the Red Winter Dragon in one, fell handed swoop!
Drake went down hard, first falling to one knee before dropping to one side, trembling in shock as she pawed aimlessly at her back, both Amanda and Carla towering over the blindsided blonde.
“But this sort of thing usually works out better,” Dark commented whilst pinching the bridge of her nose. “Alight,” she commanded her protégé, whilst absently booting Caity across her temple to keep her pliant on the canvas. “Get another one.”
The Hollywood Hooligan did as she was bid, Crash passing the steel chair in her possession to Amanda before dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring. The FAWNatics were in full voice as she went in search of a second implement of destruction, showering the duo with protests as Carla secured for herself a second steel chair.
Inside the ring, Dark was making use of the one she already possessed, snapping it back open and setting in down on the deck, rubbing her forehead as her partner in crime returned to the ring. Crash didn’t wait on ceremony, setting up the second piece of furniture opposite the first whilst Dark collected the stunned winner of the contest.
Amanda delivered a second boot to the young woman’s temple as Drake was showing a few more signs of life than she was comfortable with, knocking the blonde senseless before leaning down and slowly bullying her largely flaccid frame up to vertical. Tucking her shoulder into her fellow athletes’ tummy, she muscled Caity up into position in a Fireman’s Carry, parading the victor about the ring like a trophy.
“Take note, Crash,” Dark spared her protégé a sideways glance whilst adjusting her grip and, even as the crowd pleaded with her not to do it, Amanda would not be swayed from her course. “This is how you stay on top.”
The Only Real Deal then pulled the trigger, shoving up on Drake’s lower limbs and, sending the Russkie sailing up and over through the air before SLAMMING the young woman down across not one, but two steel chairs, WHACKING her spine across of the unyielding furniture. The CLANG!! filled the arena and many looked away, but those watching could not escape hearing the cry of enforced pain escaping from Caity’s punished frame, the young woman left quivering and dire straits.
FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM ONTO CHAIRS: @0:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-A_gwzCHuNs
Moments later…
GOTTA SEE IT TO BELIEVE IT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwqcCoaqCPQ
…returned to the loud speakers, despite Amanda’s loss, and the FAWNatics showered the ring with boos.
Dark didn’t seem overly concerned, far more vexed by her ever-present hangover than she was with their collective disapproval. If anything, the masses were writing her a blank check to keep her in the spotlight and, with her temples throbbing, the Mother of Midnight finally took an opportunity to sit down, dropping herself down to doing so on the shivering torso of her opponent.
Caity groaned as Amanda used her as a seat, a throne for the woman that she had defeated, and it was the last thing people would see before the feed cut to promotional…