Post by hawkeye on Feb 6, 2022 21:57:11 GMT
The announcer rechecks his info cards on last time before lifting his microphone to his lips, “ The next match is scheduled for one fall!”
The FAWNatics boom an echo a half step behind, “One Fall!!!”
The announcer smiles and waits for their voices to die down before he continues, “ and a twenty-minute time limit. The winner will be decided by pinfall, knockout, or submission. Introducing first…
OUR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT- NECRO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iqcv00Eb8Gc
“From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Atascadero … Standing at five feet, three inches… weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds… No longer a Squire, she is The Polish Pitbull, The Beautiful Berserker, DANICA DADAL!!”
DANICA DADAL
Through the curtains with a toothy grin on her face, steps out confidently is the once sweet and supportive Squire to the virtuous Victoria Hackenschmidt’s Knight. Danica has embraced her inner wild child and threw away her mental hang-ups to become a two-fisted tornado that beats down anything that moves friend or foe. The pro wrestling community has taken this new “No Holds Barred” Danica, partially due to the Polish Pitbull’s finally leaning into her jaw-dropping sexuality. The honey blonde breaks into a full smile at the uproarious reaction to her second entrance in a FAWN singles match, the tip of her tongue darting out between her rows of teeth; Dadal spread her arms wide and did a little twirl like she was trying on a new dress for prom.
She wore her now standard white, shiny pants that looked painted on for tonight's contest. The hemline started just above the curve of her peach-shaped ass; along each leg were silver buttons that travel down the mid-calf where the pants bell-bottomed out over her white boots. Long, honey-blond hair in a loose ponytail via silver scrunchy, Danica smiles coyly at the reaction she’s receiving and saunters down the ramp with a bit of a light-hearted swagger in her step. The sassy stride gives her bra busters an enticing wobble as she reaches out to slap the hands of fans.
Her sleeveless blouse is tucked neatly into her pants, a line of silver buttons on the white shirt are visibly straining to keep Danica’s mountainous mammaries hidden from the lustful peepers of the audience.
She strolls down the ramp on bare feet, long honey blonde hair in a loose ponytail swishing with each step of her white boots, reaching out to hi-five a fan when she felt like it. There’s still an audible undercurrent of boos from fans who preferred her former, more demure personality and feel betrayed on behalf of her former tag team partner Victoria Hackenschmidt. Danica flips off a heckler and focuses on the fight at hand; she climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and sets up shop in a corner. Danica warms up by hopping from foot to foot, sending her much salivated over breasts into distracting jiggles, “Get the old dog out here; I don’t have all day!”
The announcer nods his head as he speaks some more. “ And her opponent from Glasgow, Scotland standing at 5’3 110lbs, is the garage rocker, Juliet Morgan!!!
“So What” by Pink blasts all over the speakers. As it does, the blonde Juliet Morgan emerges from behind the curtains. Juliet is wearing a two-piece Scotland-designed bikini with matching blue and white boots. She slowly walks down the aisle, turning her nose up to the crowd booing her. Slowly walking up the stairs, the veteran enters the ring. Juliet flicks her long blonde hair as she shouts at the crowd.
JULIET MORGAN
It had been a while since she had competed in the ring. The last time was in a losing effort to Claudia Rooney. Tonight she had hoped for things to be different. After having her eyes on a new to the company, Danica Dadal, Juliet feels like she can make an impact by beating on a new woman to establish her own identity. She taunts the crowd before she turns her head towards Danica.
“So the two of us are finally going to wrestle one another. I can’t wait to make a name for myself at your expense. You might have beaten a jobber in your last match, but I have a feeling tonight will yield different results for you….”
She grins as she just winks over at Danica.
The Polish Pitbull is unbothered and unimpressed by the veteran’s hubris. Arms akimbo Danica raises her eyebrows and pints her chin at Morgan. “Yeah, we’ll see about that; better get some stretches in. I don’t want to accidentally tear your hamstrings when I fold you up for the winning pinfall.”
Juliet shrugs her shoulders as she looks back at Danica. Morgan doesn’t even say anything as she instead just brings her hand to the face of Danica, slapping her as hard as she can. “You know you talk way too much and I can’t wait to shut you up!”
Danica’s head snaps back as Juliet stands there with a wicked grin on her lips. Danica’s face is rigid with hate; she moves her gaze to the referee without turning her head; the bumbling zebra realizes he has yet to start the match officially. He hurriedly motions for the bell.
DING! DING!
At the first echo of the first chime, Danica swings her forehead into the bridge of Juliet’s nose. The taller blonde stumbles back with eyes watering, leaving her vulnerable for the NFL-worthy tackle that brings her to the canvas. Danica quickly gets into a chest mount and starts slapping the ever-loving heck out of Morgan with her right hand!
Juliet quickly covers up and tries her best to push the bigger woman off of her. She does everything in her power to move about somehow escaping Danica. She crawls to the corner to regain her composure as an angry Danica tries to force her way towards her. Juliet quickly exits the ring and walks around as the striped clad zebra counts.
One…
Two…
Juliet takes a moment to walk about as she locks eyes over at Danica. The rocker slowly jumps onto the apron as she takes her sweet time recuperating.
“I am going to fuck you up bitch!”
Danica spreads her arms wide as she yells down at the veteran, “I’m right here and waiting, Never-was!” Morgan angrily petitions the referee to keep Danica back. The official turns to the LAW wrestler to see she’s already posted up in the farthest corner, gripping the top ropes and impatiently tapping her foot. Juliet enters into the ring, where she stands in her corner. She looks over at Danica, motioning for her to come after her. Danica will not refuse the opportunity as she drops into a three-point stance and charges after Juliet.
The smaller blonde moves out of the way; at the very last second, Juliet slithers behind Danica, wrapping her arms around her as she attempts a German Suplex. Double D however drives an elbow backwards into Morgan causing her head to snap back. Danica turns around taking Juliet in a Bearhug, she squeezes her orbs against her opponent’s chest before lifting her with an overhead Belly-to-belly suplex.
‘GOOUH!”
Juliet is crushed between the canvas and Danica’s nubile body; she raises her head to yell at the young miss to get off just to be buried in an avalanche of tit as Danica crawls up her up body while the Polish Pitbull hooks her ankles around Juliet’s. With the Grapevines set, Danica straightens their legs to a groin pulling 180 degrees, making Juliet release a sharp cry that her JMDs muffle. Dadal grips Morgan’s wrists tightly, pressing them straight above her head to the canvas. Danica jerks head at the ref, “Count!”
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-
“Oww!!”
Danica bursts off Juliet, holding her left breast tenderly, “You bit me!” Juliet jumps onto Danica taking her down to the ground. She mounts on top of her and bites her nipple as hard as possible. “Anything goes bitch, and I am willing to win by any means necessary!” Danica lets out a howling scream. Juliet smiles as she rises. She looks at the corner turnbuckle and proceeds to climb to the top of them, Juliet looks down at her fallen foe before offering a wicked grin.
“Your screams are going to be music to my ears.”
Without hesitation, she leaps off as she attempts a picture-perfect frog splash. Danica tries to move but can’t as Juliet lands right on top of her. The crowd is stunned as Juliet pops off of her and holds her chest in pain. She slowly begins to crawl towards Danica stretching an arm over her for a pinfall attempt.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE- Danica lifts a boot and places on the bottom cable, saving the match. Juliet growls in frustration and slaps Danica’s wounded titty making the young brawler curl up with a hiss. Juliet works both hands in Danica’s hair and pulls her to her knees by the roots, “Time to go to sleep, little girl, yuAAAAIEE!”
Daddy Dadal slaps on a vicious crotch Claw with her right hand, Juliet goes wide-eyed and openly sobs as she tries to pry away Dadal’s wrist, but she won’t let go. Danica slowly rises to her feet, her grip increasing with each moment judging by the rising pitch of Morgan’s screams, which are cut short by Danica wrapping her free arm around Juliet’s head and introducing her to the ring floor with a snap DDT.
Juliet is driven right into the ground, spread eagle on the floor and lifeless. Danica smirks looking down at her victim. “It’s about time you shut up…” Danica climbs to the top rope. At the very top, she glares down at Juliet and mocks her. Morgan kips up to her feet as she quickly ascends to the very top of the ropes. The two of them are fighting at the top of their turnbuckles as they exchange punches with one another. When Juliet strikes, the crowd boos and when Danica strikes back, the crowd cheers. The two continue to fight one another before Danica gains the upper hand pushing Juliet from the top, sending her crashing down to the mat. Danica stands tall, looking down at Morgan’s lifeless form before she leaps off of the top with a somersault senton. She lands right on top of Juliet. The Scot is flattened! Her eyes roll back in their sockets, she is out of it.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hmsi7yhLEg
Danica could try for a pin, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Plus, the bytch REALLY pissed her off! Danica forces Juliet’s hair into a makeshift ponytail and uses it to rip the veteran off the canvas and throw her into the corner. Danica sprints full speed into the far corner and rips off her top, throwing high into the air! With a ROAR! Danica runs back to Juliet, her ginormous rack sloshing with each step in a tiny American flag bikini top. LAW’s top dog leaps into the air and Splashes Morgan to oblivion, the elder blonde will be lucky if she doesn’t leave with a pair of black eyes with how hard those beautiful breasts impacted with her face.
Danica lets Juliet feel her weight for a moment, grinding her superior chest against hers before backing up a touch and booting her belly, Juliet bellows and doubles over but doesn’t fall. So Danica does it again and again and again and again… and again! She’s stomping a mudhole in Morgan and doesn’t stop till the veteran is puddled at the base of the corner. Daddy Dadal turns away from Morgan, bends over and grabs the material of her pants by the thighs.
Rrrriip![
There go the pants. Danica throws them into the face of a lucky fan in the front row; she’s wearing matching American flag-themed bikini bottoms just one thread count away from a thong. Danica angrily backs dat ass up into a dazed Juliet’s face, “You’ve tasted my T, now try my A!”
Dadal scrubs Juliet’s face for all she’s worth for a count of four (plus an additional silent three beforehand as per Bethany Christian). Danica pushes off, releasing a gasping, redfaced Morgan. Juliet’s head rests against the turnbuckle as she tries her best to catch her breath, but Danica doesn’t give her any time to breathe as she yanks her up to her feet by her golden locks. She lifts her over a shoulder, offering an evil smirk before sending her down headfirst into the mat with a burning hammer. Morgan was out. It was as clear as day that she wasn’t moving, but that didn’t stop Danica from adding more pain.
WOTJEK’S REVENGE PART 1
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZe8shIrT58
Danica mounts herself on top of Juliet as she stretches her out. She moves the rocker’s arms way above her head before moving her breasts all over Juliet’s face. The zebra notices the smother pin attempt and quickly drops down for a count.
One…
Two…
The crowd is stunned when they see the referee break his count, but that’s only because Danica lifted Juliet’s shoulder up. The confused zebra asks, “Danica what are you doing? You had it won.”
Danica licks her lips with an evil grin. “I don’t know that for sure, and it looks like she still has fight left in her.”
The Precocious Pitbull maneuvers Juliet so they’re on their knees facing each other, Juliet has a bit of life in her eyes, but her jaw is slack. She weakly pushes at Danica’s arms, but she might as well be moving concrete with wet pasta. Danica trails her tines on the veteran’s scalp as she works her hair into degrading, messy pigtails to hold her up as she looks Morgan in the eyes.
“Next time, don’t look for an easy win off someone with actual talent. Dumbass.”
Juliet tries to bark back but she’s sluggish from the Burning Hammer. “Yoouu..” before she can finish, Dadal heaves her forward and slaps Juliet’s face against her bosom, furiously dragging the FAWN star against the entirety of her chest for a LONG five seconds before plunging Juliet so deep into her cleavage, Juliet’s nose flattens against her sternum. From there Danica grips her own elbows for extra pressure to really squeeze the last bit of resistance out the limp foe. Juliet faintly whimpers and weakly taps her fingers against Danica’s shapely hip, but the official’s too distracted by the Jugging happening at his eye line; where’d they find this rube?
Danica gives her one more hard, sustained squeeze! then plainly orders the ref, “Check her.”
He lifts Juliet’s arm once, twice, it could be a hundred times it won’t matter. He motions for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
“Your winner of the match, Danica Dadal!”
The victorious Danica keeps the smother going through the declaration of her win then shoves her off with a flourish, letting Morgan fall back onto her haunches, flutter chest and gulping belly to the lights. As Danica gets her hand raised, she places a boot on Morgan’s navel for the Gladiatrix photo jawing to the camera with an air kiss to leave on.
“I’m the top blonde in this or any company! And Victoria, I’m gonna have to take that belt from you one day, but you’re gonna get two very big consolation prizes.” [i[Smooch![/i]
The FAWNatics boom an echo a half step behind, “One Fall!!!”
The announcer smiles and waits for their voices to die down before he continues, “ and a twenty-minute time limit. The winner will be decided by pinfall, knockout, or submission. Introducing first…
OUR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT- NECRO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iqcv00Eb8Gc
“From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Atascadero … Standing at five feet, three inches… weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds… No longer a Squire, she is The Polish Pitbull, The Beautiful Berserker, DANICA DADAL!!”
DANICA DADAL
Through the curtains with a toothy grin on her face, steps out confidently is the once sweet and supportive Squire to the virtuous Victoria Hackenschmidt’s Knight. Danica has embraced her inner wild child and threw away her mental hang-ups to become a two-fisted tornado that beats down anything that moves friend or foe. The pro wrestling community has taken this new “No Holds Barred” Danica, partially due to the Polish Pitbull’s finally leaning into her jaw-dropping sexuality. The honey blonde breaks into a full smile at the uproarious reaction to her second entrance in a FAWN singles match, the tip of her tongue darting out between her rows of teeth; Dadal spread her arms wide and did a little twirl like she was trying on a new dress for prom.
She wore her now standard white, shiny pants that looked painted on for tonight's contest. The hemline started just above the curve of her peach-shaped ass; along each leg were silver buttons that travel down the mid-calf where the pants bell-bottomed out over her white boots. Long, honey-blond hair in a loose ponytail via silver scrunchy, Danica smiles coyly at the reaction she’s receiving and saunters down the ramp with a bit of a light-hearted swagger in her step. The sassy stride gives her bra busters an enticing wobble as she reaches out to slap the hands of fans.
Her sleeveless blouse is tucked neatly into her pants, a line of silver buttons on the white shirt are visibly straining to keep Danica’s mountainous mammaries hidden from the lustful peepers of the audience.
She strolls down the ramp on bare feet, long honey blonde hair in a loose ponytail swishing with each step of her white boots, reaching out to hi-five a fan when she felt like it. There’s still an audible undercurrent of boos from fans who preferred her former, more demure personality and feel betrayed on behalf of her former tag team partner Victoria Hackenschmidt. Danica flips off a heckler and focuses on the fight at hand; she climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and sets up shop in a corner. Danica warms up by hopping from foot to foot, sending her much salivated over breasts into distracting jiggles, “Get the old dog out here; I don’t have all day!”
The announcer nods his head as he speaks some more. “ And her opponent from Glasgow, Scotland standing at 5’3 110lbs, is the garage rocker, Juliet Morgan!!!
“So What” by Pink blasts all over the speakers. As it does, the blonde Juliet Morgan emerges from behind the curtains. Juliet is wearing a two-piece Scotland-designed bikini with matching blue and white boots. She slowly walks down the aisle, turning her nose up to the crowd booing her. Slowly walking up the stairs, the veteran enters the ring. Juliet flicks her long blonde hair as she shouts at the crowd.
JULIET MORGAN
It had been a while since she had competed in the ring. The last time was in a losing effort to Claudia Rooney. Tonight she had hoped for things to be different. After having her eyes on a new to the company, Danica Dadal, Juliet feels like she can make an impact by beating on a new woman to establish her own identity. She taunts the crowd before she turns her head towards Danica.
“So the two of us are finally going to wrestle one another. I can’t wait to make a name for myself at your expense. You might have beaten a jobber in your last match, but I have a feeling tonight will yield different results for you….”
She grins as she just winks over at Danica.
The Polish Pitbull is unbothered and unimpressed by the veteran’s hubris. Arms akimbo Danica raises her eyebrows and pints her chin at Morgan. “Yeah, we’ll see about that; better get some stretches in. I don’t want to accidentally tear your hamstrings when I fold you up for the winning pinfall.”
Juliet shrugs her shoulders as she looks back at Danica. Morgan doesn’t even say anything as she instead just brings her hand to the face of Danica, slapping her as hard as she can. “You know you talk way too much and I can’t wait to shut you up!”
Danica’s head snaps back as Juliet stands there with a wicked grin on her lips. Danica’s face is rigid with hate; she moves her gaze to the referee without turning her head; the bumbling zebra realizes he has yet to start the match officially. He hurriedly motions for the bell.
DING! DING!
At the first echo of the first chime, Danica swings her forehead into the bridge of Juliet’s nose. The taller blonde stumbles back with eyes watering, leaving her vulnerable for the NFL-worthy tackle that brings her to the canvas. Danica quickly gets into a chest mount and starts slapping the ever-loving heck out of Morgan with her right hand!
Juliet quickly covers up and tries her best to push the bigger woman off of her. She does everything in her power to move about somehow escaping Danica. She crawls to the corner to regain her composure as an angry Danica tries to force her way towards her. Juliet quickly exits the ring and walks around as the striped clad zebra counts.
One…
Two…
Juliet takes a moment to walk about as she locks eyes over at Danica. The rocker slowly jumps onto the apron as she takes her sweet time recuperating.
“I am going to fuck you up bitch!”
Danica spreads her arms wide as she yells down at the veteran, “I’m right here and waiting, Never-was!” Morgan angrily petitions the referee to keep Danica back. The official turns to the LAW wrestler to see she’s already posted up in the farthest corner, gripping the top ropes and impatiently tapping her foot. Juliet enters into the ring, where she stands in her corner. She looks over at Danica, motioning for her to come after her. Danica will not refuse the opportunity as she drops into a three-point stance and charges after Juliet.
The smaller blonde moves out of the way; at the very last second, Juliet slithers behind Danica, wrapping her arms around her as she attempts a German Suplex. Double D however drives an elbow backwards into Morgan causing her head to snap back. Danica turns around taking Juliet in a Bearhug, she squeezes her orbs against her opponent’s chest before lifting her with an overhead Belly-to-belly suplex.
‘GOOUH!”
Juliet is crushed between the canvas and Danica’s nubile body; she raises her head to yell at the young miss to get off just to be buried in an avalanche of tit as Danica crawls up her up body while the Polish Pitbull hooks her ankles around Juliet’s. With the Grapevines set, Danica straightens their legs to a groin pulling 180 degrees, making Juliet release a sharp cry that her JMDs muffle. Dadal grips Morgan’s wrists tightly, pressing them straight above her head to the canvas. Danica jerks head at the ref, “Count!”
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-
“Oww!!”
Danica bursts off Juliet, holding her left breast tenderly, “You bit me!” Juliet jumps onto Danica taking her down to the ground. She mounts on top of her and bites her nipple as hard as possible. “Anything goes bitch, and I am willing to win by any means necessary!” Danica lets out a howling scream. Juliet smiles as she rises. She looks at the corner turnbuckle and proceeds to climb to the top of them, Juliet looks down at her fallen foe before offering a wicked grin.
“Your screams are going to be music to my ears.”
Without hesitation, she leaps off as she attempts a picture-perfect frog splash. Danica tries to move but can’t as Juliet lands right on top of her. The crowd is stunned as Juliet pops off of her and holds her chest in pain. She slowly begins to crawl towards Danica stretching an arm over her for a pinfall attempt.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE- Danica lifts a boot and places on the bottom cable, saving the match. Juliet growls in frustration and slaps Danica’s wounded titty making the young brawler curl up with a hiss. Juliet works both hands in Danica’s hair and pulls her to her knees by the roots, “Time to go to sleep, little girl, yuAAAAIEE!”
Daddy Dadal slaps on a vicious crotch Claw with her right hand, Juliet goes wide-eyed and openly sobs as she tries to pry away Dadal’s wrist, but she won’t let go. Danica slowly rises to her feet, her grip increasing with each moment judging by the rising pitch of Morgan’s screams, which are cut short by Danica wrapping her free arm around Juliet’s head and introducing her to the ring floor with a snap DDT.
Juliet is driven right into the ground, spread eagle on the floor and lifeless. Danica smirks looking down at her victim. “It’s about time you shut up…” Danica climbs to the top rope. At the very top, she glares down at Juliet and mocks her. Morgan kips up to her feet as she quickly ascends to the very top of the ropes. The two of them are fighting at the top of their turnbuckles as they exchange punches with one another. When Juliet strikes, the crowd boos and when Danica strikes back, the crowd cheers. The two continue to fight one another before Danica gains the upper hand pushing Juliet from the top, sending her crashing down to the mat. Danica stands tall, looking down at Morgan’s lifeless form before she leaps off of the top with a somersault senton. She lands right on top of Juliet. The Scot is flattened! Her eyes roll back in their sockets, she is out of it.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hmsi7yhLEg
Danica could try for a pin, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Plus, the bytch REALLY pissed her off! Danica forces Juliet’s hair into a makeshift ponytail and uses it to rip the veteran off the canvas and throw her into the corner. Danica sprints full speed into the far corner and rips off her top, throwing high into the air! With a ROAR! Danica runs back to Juliet, her ginormous rack sloshing with each step in a tiny American flag bikini top. LAW’s top dog leaps into the air and Splashes Morgan to oblivion, the elder blonde will be lucky if she doesn’t leave with a pair of black eyes with how hard those beautiful breasts impacted with her face.
Danica lets Juliet feel her weight for a moment, grinding her superior chest against hers before backing up a touch and booting her belly, Juliet bellows and doubles over but doesn’t fall. So Danica does it again and again and again and again… and again! She’s stomping a mudhole in Morgan and doesn’t stop till the veteran is puddled at the base of the corner. Daddy Dadal turns away from Morgan, bends over and grabs the material of her pants by the thighs.
Rrrriip![
There go the pants. Danica throws them into the face of a lucky fan in the front row; she’s wearing matching American flag-themed bikini bottoms just one thread count away from a thong. Danica angrily backs dat ass up into a dazed Juliet’s face, “You’ve tasted my T, now try my A!”
Dadal scrubs Juliet’s face for all she’s worth for a count of four (plus an additional silent three beforehand as per Bethany Christian). Danica pushes off, releasing a gasping, redfaced Morgan. Juliet’s head rests against the turnbuckle as she tries her best to catch her breath, but Danica doesn’t give her any time to breathe as she yanks her up to her feet by her golden locks. She lifts her over a shoulder, offering an evil smirk before sending her down headfirst into the mat with a burning hammer. Morgan was out. It was as clear as day that she wasn’t moving, but that didn’t stop Danica from adding more pain.
WOTJEK’S REVENGE PART 1
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZe8shIrT58
Danica mounts herself on top of Juliet as she stretches her out. She moves the rocker’s arms way above her head before moving her breasts all over Juliet’s face. The zebra notices the smother pin attempt and quickly drops down for a count.
One…
Two…
The crowd is stunned when they see the referee break his count, but that’s only because Danica lifted Juliet’s shoulder up. The confused zebra asks, “Danica what are you doing? You had it won.”
Danica licks her lips with an evil grin. “I don’t know that for sure, and it looks like she still has fight left in her.”
The Precocious Pitbull maneuvers Juliet so they’re on their knees facing each other, Juliet has a bit of life in her eyes, but her jaw is slack. She weakly pushes at Danica’s arms, but she might as well be moving concrete with wet pasta. Danica trails her tines on the veteran’s scalp as she works her hair into degrading, messy pigtails to hold her up as she looks Morgan in the eyes.
“Next time, don’t look for an easy win off someone with actual talent. Dumbass.”
Juliet tries to bark back but she’s sluggish from the Burning Hammer. “Yoouu..” before she can finish, Dadal heaves her forward and slaps Juliet’s face against her bosom, furiously dragging the FAWN star against the entirety of her chest for a LONG five seconds before plunging Juliet so deep into her cleavage, Juliet’s nose flattens against her sternum. From there Danica grips her own elbows for extra pressure to really squeeze the last bit of resistance out the limp foe. Juliet faintly whimpers and weakly taps her fingers against Danica’s shapely hip, but the official’s too distracted by the Jugging happening at his eye line; where’d they find this rube?
Danica gives her one more hard, sustained squeeze! then plainly orders the ref, “Check her.”
He lifts Juliet’s arm once, twice, it could be a hundred times it won’t matter. He motions for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
“Your winner of the match, Danica Dadal!”
The victorious Danica keeps the smother going through the declaration of her win then shoves her off with a flourish, letting Morgan fall back onto her haunches, flutter chest and gulping belly to the lights. As Danica gets her hand raised, she places a boot on Morgan’s navel for the Gladiatrix photo jawing to the camera with an air kiss to leave on.
“I’m the top blonde in this or any company! And Victoria, I’m gonna have to take that belt from you one day, but you’re gonna get two very big consolation prizes.” [i[Smooch![/i]