Post by hawkeye on Oct 5, 2022 0:27:41 GMT
It's time. One of the most hotly anticipated matchups is about to occur. The Polish Pitbull, Danica Dadal, takes on her former tag partner, mentor, and Intercontinental Champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt, for FAWN gold.
FAWN's crack team of editors and archivists put together a video recapping the history of the former Knight and Squire, entirely in black and white with one or both women colourized depending on the moment.
-Danica's debut at an audience challenge and Victoria rescuing her from a beatdown. Clips of Victoria training Danica. Clips of them climbing the tag team ranks of LAW and getting the tag team championships. Victoria winning title after title throughout her career, while Danica can't eke out a singles win for her life. The music turns dramatic; Danica's about to beat Tamara Mitchell for the LAW title; she's about to break the rules and hit Tamara with a chair when Victoria pulls it out of her hands. Tamara rolls Danica up to retain the belt. Danica gives Victoria the slap heard around the world. They face each other in a match to work out their feelings; Victoria treats it as a friendly spar and easily womanhandles Danica, to the Squire's immense frustration. Danica hits the breaking point, and soccer kicks Victoria between the legs, defeating The Knight in a lopsided and humiliating fashion. Danica is reborn as the unstoppable Polish Pitbull and is more popular than ever, while Victoria is still winning matches but booed out of every building and harassed online. Whenever they meet in the ring, Victoria is jugged out and defeated with alarming ease, even suffering a lopsided in a Penthouse match and given the bum’s rush out of their shared apartment.-
Will Hackenschmidt overcome her mental and emotional block concerning Danica Dadal, and retain her championship? Or will Danica slay the German Giant forth the fourth time in a row, and win the Intercontinental Championship? Let’s find out!
The announcer projects into his microphone, “This contest is for the Intercontinental Championship! The mat is set for one fall with a time limit of 30 minutes. Introducing first…"
UR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT- NECRO
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A stream of violent hip-hop pours through the speakers, and the crowd gets on its feet! LAW’s most popular star and one of wrestling’s sexiest wild cards makes her first FAWNmania appearance.
“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 ‘DADDY’ DADAL!!”
DANICA DADAL
Danica throws back the curtains with a big flourish and walks to center stage, taking in the thousands of wrestling fans going nuts at her presence with a peaceful smile. She’s gone from a sexy sidekick living in Hackenschmidt’s shadow to a badass beauty that’s the talk of the industry. She finds the nearest camera and beckons it closer, speaking directly to the people watching at home.
“I love each and every one of you for sticking with me and supporting my choices. I’m going to put on a hell of a show, and I'm dedicating it to you. Now it’s time to make my best friend cry between my breasts as I take her title!”
With that prophetic statement, The honey blonde saunters down the ramp with a swagger in her step. The sassy stride gives her bra busters an enticing wobble as she reaches out to slap the hands of fans. She wears white boots and white pants that shine under the lights, the hemline starting just above the curve of her peach-shaped ass. Along each leg are silver buttons that travel down the mid-calf where the pants bell-bottomed out over her white boots. Her long, honey-blond hair is worn in a loose ponytail via silver scrunchy. Her sleeveless blouse is tucked neatly into her pants, and the line of silver buttons on the white shirt is visibly straining to keep Danica’s mountainous mammaries hidden from the lustful eyes of the audience.
Danica ignores her few hecklers in the front row 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. Her mannerisms are cheery and carefree, but on the inside, she’s laser-focused and ready to turn Victoria into a sobbing mess. She'll feel a bit guilty later, but they'll patch things up. It's just how the game is played. She had to change, or she’ll forever be the Demetria to Victoria’s Lakeshia. A footnote in The Knight’s already enviable career. Tonight Danica’s teacher learns that Daddy makes the rules, and if you break ‘em, you get a spanking. Once Danica has the Intercontinental title belt around her waist, they’ll restart their friendship on equal terms…. Well, maybe not equal, teasing Vic is so much fun!
TURNADOT- FINALE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoTa-b7cUw0
Danica's strategizing is interrupted by the audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three-stage opera, and the stage illuminating with blinding white spotlights. They dance back and forth before focusing on the towering sentinel that is the Intercontinental champion.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT
"Standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 152 pounds!! From Phoenix, Arizona, by way of Hesse, Germany!! She is The Valiant One!! The Intercontinental Champion, Victoria “The Knight” Hackenschmidt!!!”
Victoria normally drinks in the audience's love to her theme, often it’s the only positive reaction the FAWNatics give the Teutonic titan. Instead, Hackenschmidt seems… numb? No, haunted is more accurate. Hackeschmidt stares at the ring where her ‘friend’ is waiting, but that’s not what she’s seeing. Right now, she’s seeing every horrible thing done or said to her since Danica’s started this self-actualization kick. For weeks these visions have haunted the champion as she readied herself for this battle, and now Hackenshmidt doesn’t know if she wants to unleash all this negativity on Dadal or just run away and hide. Her training and pride as a wrestler tip the scales for the former.
Victoria takes a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. The German giant stands tall and armourless for the second time in her career, except for her head. She wears her usual silver Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her skull but leaves her high-boned cheeks free with a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull resembling a bejewelled crown. The most crucial thing on Victoria’s person is around her waist, the Intercontinental Championship belt. Under the spotlight, it shines as the brightest beacon to any potential challenger, employed by FAWN or not, to try and pry it from The Valiant One’s grasp.
The IC champ speedwalks to the ring like she wants to get this over with it, ignoring the few fans reaching over the guardrail for a Hi-Five. For the biggest PPV of the year, Victoria’s ring gear is her usual white halter top, revealing miles of lightly toned, pale tummy and matching boy-cut shorts that cling to her tight hindquarters. White boots and knee pads always looking newly shined, and an elbow-length fingerless white glove on her right arm; all her gear has thin black lines that weave and intersect to resemble the plate armour she used to wear to the ring.
The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid-looking metal box with a small slit cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder and swiftly swings it in a broad circle before plunging it down into the box with one smooth motion. She hands her helmet to an attendant and slides into the ring rather than go up the steps. Not even glancing at Danica, Victoria hurries to her corner and presses her forehead against the top buckle while gripping the top ropes tightly. Danica looks at her former trainer perturbed, this is some strange and worrying behaviour.
As her music dies down, the entrance euphoria dies along with it. A switch flips for the Orlando audience, and the air fills with a cacophony of noise; the vast majority of the FAWNatics boo, jeer and heckle Victoria with the same amount of force that they love Danica.
"You suck! You suck! You suck!"
"Go back to Germany!"
"You gonna cry again no-boobs!?"
Victoria remains silent with her forehead pressed against the leather of the top buckle, her expression hidden. Meanwhile, Danica’s taking this all in during the referee's inspection and suddenly feels a lot less grateful to her fans and a bit more guilty. She tries to calm the bloodthirsty crowd down a notch as the referee does his pat down of the champ. Danica steps onto the bottom rope and raises her palms to the audience, "Hey! Put the pitchforks away. We disagreed. She didn't hit me with her car!"
If the FAWNatics heard Dadal, she's ignored or misinterpreted as being ironic and wanting them to heckle louder. The bra-busting Lightweight's face screws up in worry, "I'm starting to think I may have taken things too far…"
On that far too late thought, the official completes his inspection and motions for the bell.
DINGDING!!
Victoria swivels to face Danica but remains in the corner, her expression a familiar look of competitive intensity. A frightening thing to see for most opponents, but for Danica, it's a relief. She would have felt bad blowing Victoria out of the water if her big buddy was out of sorts. Letting loose a calming breath, Danica regains her composure and cockily struts to the center of the ring. With hands on hips, she calls after the champion, "What's the matter, Vic? Feeling nervous? If you don't want the smoke, you can just lay down, and I'll pin you. No fuss, no muss."
Victoria pulls herself out of the corner as of she was waiting for permission and walks with heavy steps to meet her ex-partner. Victoria towers over Danica; if you're a new fan, unaware of their history, you'd be very worried for the challenger right now.
The silent treatment is a new thing from The Knight, but Danica isn’t worried. She’ll have the big lug screaming and calling her Daddy soon enough. "It’s good to see you," Danica raises her chin to look at her 'friend' to a comical degree. "I'm sorry I gotta deal you another loss and take your title. But that's the way it's gotta be."
Victoria remains quiet except for her increasingly heavy breathing, her shoulders rising and falling like she's pumping air into a balloon that's about to burst. Not digging the German’s overall vibe, Danica decides to call an audible and bring out the big guns early.
"How about we skip to the good part, huh?"
Rrrip! Rrrip!
Dadal tears her clothes off like they were wrapping paper, revealing her nubile body barely covered in Bikini-style ring gear. Her overbearing rack clad in triangle cups, and her lower half is covered in strappy bottoms that are high on the waist and bare more of her firm glutes than they conceal. As the FAWNatics drool and holler in the stands, The teasing tart shimmys her hips and adjusts the straps of her top, giving her awe-inspiring breasts a calculated jigge. The Polish Pitbull sighs, contentedly, “Now that feels much better, don’t you agree?”
“Mrrm!”
Victoria stifles her response, but Danica can tell she got the desired effect from the champ’s crumbling poker face. Redness in the cheeks, a quiver in the lips, a flare in the nose and wide eyes that are desperately trying to stay locked on Danica’s face. Daddy Dadal inhales a deep breath through her nose, making her jubblies heave enticingly, capturing Victoria’s hungry gaze.
Dadal chirps, “Got you!” and her fingers flash to the German’s scalp, drawing her face in for an early Jugg Scrub!
Hackenschmidt utters her first words of the night, a frightened squeal of “Noo!” that sounds like it’s coming from a little girl and the tall, powerful woman she normally is; the champion fends off a potential early loss by putting her palms to the upper slopes of Danica’s breasts and pushing back the cleavage that’s claimed her consciousness more than once. Victoria possesses a strength that’s frightening to feel in a grapple. But as Danica planned, her former mentor’s power is drained by the sight of her sweater fillers. Instead of tossing her opponent across the ring like a bag of trash, Vic is barely keeping the beautiful Berserker’s bounty from her face with a clumsy groping. Something the two of them might enjoy in a different environment.
“UuoF!”
Dadal abandons the Front Sleeper and pistons a knee into Victoria’s pelvis, not exactly a low blow but nearly as debilitating. Victoria pales and puts a hand to her vibrating center while trying to ward off Dadal with a flailing fist. The smaller blonde slaps away Victoria's meagre defence and takes her by the back of the top and shorts, hiking up the latter to give The Knight a cheek-baring wedgie. With her two handles, the Lightweight gives the Destroyer the bum's rush to the Polish side of the ring; Victoria's shoulder slips between the buckles where it connects with the steel post with a loud and sickening THUD!
"AAAhAa!"
The first sound The German Giant makes is pitful wail. The FAWNatics might feel sorry for her if they weren't so enamoured with the Devilish Danica. The bulldozing, bustier blonde whips a palm and gives Hackenschmidt a spank that -Crack-s off her lycra-free buttcheek, leaving a pink welt in the shape of a perfect handprint.
"You've been hitting the leg machine with Xian, Vic? Your backside's feeling firm!"
Danica pulls her cringing teacher out of the corner and takes the wrist attached to her hurting shoulder, and jumps up and down, almost hatefully treating the limp to a series of Arm Wringers. Danica growls over Victoria's yelps, "What did I say about hanging out with that tramp? If you need to get Jugged out, call me, not her!"
Tugging on the German's increasingly sore arm, Danica steps back and drops a hip to send away Hackenschmidt with an Irish Whip with some 'Omph!' Victoria stumbles as she tries to turn into the buckles and hits the padded steel with her bad shoulder. "Rrrah!" Victoria shudders and rests her back against the corner, massaging her shoulder and praying it won’t be debilitating her the rest of the match. That brief moment of regrouping is all it takes for Danica to sprint across the ring and plow into Victoria with a Running Splash; The champ was squirting with pain a moment before. When she opened her eyes, Victoria saw Dadal’s glorious bust flying toward her face before her student’s calcium cannons smacks into, then envelopes her face.
"Did you miss these? I know you did!"
With her feet perfectly balanced in the middle cables, the Polish Pitbull does good on her opening threat; gripping Hackenschmidt by the scalp, Danica scrubs, scrubs, scrubs the terrified Teuton visage against her extra-large endowments.
For The Knight, this is a nightmare. Again, she’s being humiliated by the woman she trusted more than anyone, in front of fans that turned on her for treating professional wrestling with the respect it deserved. For doing what Victoria was trained to do since she could walk, and doing it well. All of Danica’s mixed signals and bullying, the fans neverending trolling, and Victoria’s shame and embarrassments crashed and rolled against each other in an internal storm. This conflagration of emotions kickstarts Victoria’s new defence mechanism, the berzerker rage that’s appeared in the German Giant since debuting in FAWN.
Oblivious to the fuse she just lit, but aware of the ref’s count hitting “Four!”, Danica releases her mentor from her sweltering bounty a roll over her shoulders to playfully smack Victoria’s flushed cheeks with her baps. Danica swings her leg to stand on the middle cable to the left of the champ and grabs Victoria by the back of the head. Spring off the ropes with a raised fist in the air, Dadal lands peach first on the canvas while Victoria gets a brutal faceplant with an elevated Bulldog.
Daddy Dadal kips up off the mat to her feet, sending her fulsome front into a set of crowd-pleasing jiggles. She streaks back to the corner and climbs up the buckles with the speed of a squirrel; she has a battle plan, and Danica’s following it to the letter to great success.
Lying on the ring floor, Hackenschmidt rolls belly up, still tasting Dadal's sweat and skin on her tongue. The champ has split second for her brain to restart after leaving a dent in the plywood but that's not enough time, Danica's already leaping off her perch and flipping in the air. The former Squire's beautiful ass lands like a hammer on The Knight's chest with a flying Seated Senton.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3N_3TaYC-k
Hackenschmidt's A Cups prove poor protection and turn as flat as the fans accuse under the Polish Pitbull's pulchritude. Hackenschmidt’s long legs jerks up like she’s been electrocuted, she lets out a hoarse cry as the air leaves her body. Danica scoots up to cover her friend’s mouth and nose with her center and presses her thighs to Victoria’s head. Danica wants to look Victoria in the eye when she gets takes the title. As the official drops to count the pin, Danica leans closer and gives Victoria an air kiss, “Who’s your Daddy?”
ONE!
The puckish Polish Pitbull feels two strong hands gripping her rear before she shoved from her Facesit pin onto all fours. Victoria sits up like she’s been ordered by a drill sergeant, immediately with spine ramrod straight; Victoria‘s back is to Danica, so the challenger can’t see her expression, but the fans on that side of the building can, and they feel a chill start to settle in their bones. Danica hastily stands up and runs to the ropes, “Happy this won’t be a complete squash, Vic! I wanna real fight!” She hits the cables and rebounds back as Victoria gets to her feet and turns around, Danica leaps and flies toward the German with a Body Block, and the challenger’s body hits the champion’s with the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh
Victoria doesn't budge an inch. Danica becomes Wile E. Coyote smeared against the cliff face; Victoria’s arms snake around Danica’s waist in a tight Bearhug getting a groan out of the diminutive triple D Cup on the first squeeze. Her legs kicking weakly in the air, Danica pries at Victoria’s brawny arms with the fervour of a trapped animal and expertly rolls her shoulders in a way that makes her mountains mammaries bully and dominate Victoria’s molehills. A tactic that just yesterday would have weakened The Knight’s grip before, or made Hackenschmidt break the hold entirely. The Bearhug coils tighter and Dadal’s body arcs into a painful C, Victoria speaks with restrained fury as she stares into her ex-partner’s fearful, pain-squinted eyes.
“You’re not getting a fight, you’re getting a lesson.”
On that ominous note, The Knight flings her wayward Squire overhead with a Belly to Belly Suplex with the smallest of movements. Victoria remains standing tall as Danica is thrown helter-skelter and lands hard on the canvas.
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Danica clumsily rolls with the impact of her harsh landing and gets up, still off balance, she trips on her own feet and has to catch herself on the buckles. Danica shakes her head to clear vertigo from the Suplex, “Ughh.. haven't heard that tone from Vic beforUGHUGH!”
A galloping Hackenchmidt crushes Dadal between a Hardbody and a hard place with a Running Splash! The Towering Teuton lets the smaller blonde feel her weight and keeps her trapped and breathless against the buckles through the ref’s count. Backing off just shy of a disqualification, Hackenschmidt turns Danica to face her and grabs the hot prospect under an arm and by the hip and throws the ungrateful tramp out of the corner like a bag of trash. Danica can’t help but squeal in fear when she’s hurled to an almost cartoonish height and splats onto the ring floor; she skids across the rough canvas like a tumbleweed before she gets a lucky break and gets an elbow on the bottom rope, potentially a fall to mats outside.
“Oh… oh fuck,” Danica looks like a newborn fawn getting up, she needs to compose herself Victoria throws her out of the building! this match has gone tits up in the fastest way possible Maybe going so hard with the psychological attacks was a bad idea?
Victoria moves like a Terminator approaching its target, her mind clear of anything except violence; to Danica’s credit, she charges toward the Destroyer rather than slip out of the ring and buy time. Victoria meets her with a Clothesline that gets delicately dodged and takes a driveby kidney punch in return, Victoria bites down a groan turning it into a hiss and spins around with a wild Backfist that misses Danica’s nose by a millimetre. The two LAWdogs engage in some fast-paced, close-quarters combat that has the FAWNatics’ blood rising in their veins; The Knight’s anger is hampering her skills, and she’s hurling big lefts and rights that look concussive if they land. Luckily Danica had a good teacher, and defence against a larger opponent was drilled into her right from the first day of wrestling school.
Whatever the Polish Pitbull can’t duck or weave away from ricochets off her guard and vibrates her bones with its heaviness, Danica giving back as much as she’s getting and landing far more hits, but Victoria seems to shrug them off with little effort. The Knight is either great at hiding her pain, or getting into a fistfight with a giant is just a bad idea.
Danica switches to the tried and true tactic of cutting your opponent down from the legs up; the Beautiful Berzerker lands a sharp kick to Hackenschmidt’s thigh, and the champion flinches. Danica doubles, triples, then quadruple down on the attack, striking the spot on Hackenschmidt’s leg. The muscly stem buckles and the champion takes a knee before the challenger. Danica lunges for Victoria to get a match-ending Front sleeper but gets An unwelcome surprise when Victoria sweeps her leg onto a shoulder, nearly tripping Danica onto her side. Blowing air out her nose like a steam engine, Victoria grabs Dadal by the front and back of the gold bikini bottoms(bet she’s regretting that wardrobe change), and surges to her full height with her ungrateful student wide-eyed and hanging on for dear life. The Knight slams Danica onto the ring floor with such force the official cringes, suddenly worried for the smaller blonde's spine.
TORNADO SLAM
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The Towering Teuton keeps on her grips and folds Dadal slightly to stack the twitching lightweight on her shoulders. Dadal has a bewildered look on her face as the ref slides for the pin, it’s unclear whether it's the situation or the hurt she’s feeling that has her so confused.
ONE!
TWO!!
THR- Danica gets a shoulder up to thunderous applause! Hackenscmidt lets go of her opponent and stomps over to the ropes, screaming at the Orlando audience that’s firmly in the Pitbull's pocket, “Do you even know why you’re cheering her and booing me!? Have I done something wrong!? No! You’re just fickle and shallow! Do you think sending hate mail makes you special!? You’re all just cowards too weak to step into the ri-Argk!”
Victoria’s having a breakdown or perhaps a breakthrough regarding her relationship with the fans, either way, Danica’s grateful. The pause in the action gives the much bustier blonde a chance to drag herself to her feet and rally up; she windmills up her palms and sets Vic's back alight with Overhand Chops. Fighting through an involuntary spasm, Victoria whips around and goes for Danica's throat but the nimble Lightweight pivots out of the way as she tags the Giant with another low roundhouse kick hitting just above the knee. Victoria angrily and aimlessly swipes at the resilient berserker, “Stop it! You-”
Danica reaches across herself to touch her shoulder and sweeps out her arm in a Knife-edge Chop; Hackenschmidt's speed bumps take the lashing, followed by a Pavlovian 'WOOO!' from the FAWNatics. Hackenschmidt loses her balance and has to catch the top rope to stay standing, giving Danica another opportunity to chastise the German's gurls again and again in quick succession. Victoria hisses and crosses her arms over her stinging chest, instinctively turning away from her attacker and walking a few steps away.
Danica feels their usual rhythm of Victoria crumbling under her offence about to start, and dominance is just a Chop away. She grabs at Victoria's bicep to turn her around, "I’m not done with those bug bites, get back here!"
CRACK!
Victoria does face her, but with a Chop of her own, and it’s one of seismic proportions! The Chop knocks Danica off her feet and the Pitbull up on the mat, into a writhing heap on the canvas; with a shocked face, she hugs her bruising breasts that are throbbing with pain. Victoria normally avoids touching Danica’s chest as much as possible, after their past three matchups, the challenger expected a cowed champion but instead faces the full might of the young veteran that set Europe on fire and made LAW into a respectable promotion.
The Knight pulls Danica up with a handful of her honey blonde hair and shoves her into a corner, she hooks Danica’s arms behind the top ropes so she can have unfettered access to the boobs that sent her on a never-ending dark knight of the soul. Victoria flattens her hand into a paddle and rears it back, she speaks coldly, “I always wondered if this move hurt more or less when it hits larger breasts, let us compare.”
Victoria’s larger yet feminine hand becomes a blur and beats Dadal’s juggs with an echoing WHAP! The soft flesh of the challenger’s breast ripples out from the impact and turns into an agonized shudder. the thundercrack resulting from skin striking skin causes the crowd to forget the ‘woo’ and instead cry out “OOOHH!!’ in shock and sympathy. The Pitbull goes pale and chokes on a gasp before she’s stricken with more and more thunder, Danica squeals and kicks up her legs each time she’s struck; fans worry Victoria might Chop Danica through the post before she’s done, she’s attacking her chesty former friend with an envy-fueled fury that goes all the way back to puberty! Danica desperately tries to escape the corner and pass by the champ, just to get the side of Victoria’s elbow banging into her cheek and another bra bursting Chop. If a Bloodwind’s chops are akin to a machine gun, a Hackenschmidt’s is a grenade launcher.
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The watchful zebra at the edge of Dadal’s peripheral vision finally comes to her aid and orders Victoria to take it out of the buckles. Enraged or not, Victoria respects referees and nods at him, taking two fistfuls of Danica’s now slightly unkempt hair and painfully yanking her out of the corner like she’s pulling a weed. Danica squeals again, feeling her follicles pull at her scalp as she’s taken off her feet and into a belly flop on the canvas. “Gah!” Danica jerks face up and holding her tits, the lovely pair now too sensitive for the coarse material of the canvas thanks to Victoria’s lashing. Speaking of, a white wrestling boot comes down hard on Danica’s stomach forcing a bellow from the sister LAWdog’s lips. Victoria grinds her heel on Danica’s navel as the referee confirms her victory.
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-Danica gets a shoulder up to the FAWNatic’s glee! They cheer the underdog with all their might, willing Danica to get back in the thick of it. Victoria shows no visible frustration, she owes her former roommate a ton of payback, and they’re just getting started. “I’m glad you’re not done,” The Knight huffs, guiding Danica to her knees in by the ears, “It shows training you wasn’t a complete waste of my time!”
Victoria raises a fist to bring it down on Danica’s crown when the ex-Squire latches onto her ankles and pulls the rug out from under the giant, toppling Victoria with a start. She quickly stands up with the champion's legs in hand and outstretched in a V, Danica raises a boot and hovers it over Victoria's crotch. The bigger blonde fearfully covers her sanctum, having been on the receiving end of Dadal’s low blows more than once. The smaller blonde sees Victoria’s fright and smirks, seemingly relieved, “I knew you were in there under the anger.” And leaps off one boot into a Double-Foot Stomp on Victoria’s chest.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2b5FI0AoNU
Victoria squawks and shivers when Danica’s boots crush her petite bust; with sadistic accuracy, the Pitbull grinds her soles against the struggling German’s nipples before hopping off. Danica gives her top a calculated adjustment that sends her juggs into calculated jiggles while looking at Vic with a knowing smirk. This stab at a deep-seated insecurity cuts through Victoria’s rage and brings out the socially awkward young woman outside the ring. The embarrassed champ crosses her arms over her small bounty to protect them from harm and scrutiny and quickly rolls to a knee and begins to rise when Danica smacks her in the side of the head with an Enzugiri, dropping the giant back to the mat.
Dadal skips a futile pin attempt to run away to a corner and drop into a runner’s crouch, letting the camera behind her catch a rare angle of her picturesque backside. When the dazed Victoria begins to push off the canvas, the dame with the triple Ds bursts from the buckles like she’s been running with Everly Knight. Crossing the seas of the canvas in the blink of an eye, Danica springs toward the genuflecting Hackenschmidt and greets her with a pair of raised knees to the eyes.
METEORA
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Hackenschmidt falls flat with arms sprawled out above her head with her mouth slack, dead to the world. The Florida audience has a frenetic excitement watching Danica throw herself onto the unpopular goody-goody for a pin! In a straddling seat on her bestie’s chest, The determined Danica hugs Hackenschmidt’s upper ribs with her thighs while clamping down on the Destroyer’s wrists, and slapping her big tits on Victoria’s face like twin boulders for the umpteenth time. She feels her mentor suckle at her sensitive teats, trying to find air, and smiles beatifically. The perfect way to get her first title.
ONE!
TWO!!
Danica’s thrown off Victoria like someone hit the eject button! Victoria flashes to her feet, eyes burning and her pearly white teeth showcased in a snarl. Those impossibly perfect, smothering juggs were like familiar Smelling Salts to the IC champion and brought Victoria back to harsh reality.
Victoria beats her fist above her heart, and screams at Danica in her native tongue with moisture in her manic eyes, "Ich bin nicht dein Spielzeug! Ich bin ein Gewinner!” Danica scampers up, made nervous by the large woman's madness. Victoria bodies up to her scared, smaller and former partner, spitting and hollering crazily, “Ich wollte gut sein! Moralisch sein! Warum hasst ihr mich alle dafür!? Urk! Raa!”
Dadal starts battering Vic about the face and sternum with Forearm Shivers, mostly out of self-preservation than a desire to win this moment. Though unsettled, the Lightweight picks her targets well on Victoria’s body and drives the Destroyer into the ropes. Dadal backs up and dashes forward to Clothesline Victoria over the ropes to the outside, but The Knight sees it coming and throws up a Big Boot as a roadblock. Dadal avoids a faceful of rubber and baseball slides under the raised, long leg to the mats surrounding the ring. Landing without a hitch, she reaches back into the Squared Circle to grab the champion and drag her away from the official's gaze. Victoria springs off the cables, deftly dodging The Polish Pitbull’s hands snatching at her ankles, then speedily heads toward her evasive opponent on the ground. Victoria steps through the top and middle cables in a quick fashion and neatly bounds off the edge of the apron just for Danica to slide back into the ring.
Danica pops back up as Victoria pounds a fist against the apron in frustration. The peerless Pitbull takes the top rope in both hands and draws it back, “Too fast for you, Vic!” and flings herself into the air with a Crossbody, her golden hair trailing like a comet as she rapidly descends on Victoria.
“Gurak!”
Unfazed in the slightest, Victoria takes a step back and catches the flying LAWdog by the throat and armpit while Danica lands on her feet without a hitch, but is no better for it going by her bulging eyes and redding face. The Knight’s fingers dig into Danica’s neck with a subtle flex, and the captured challenger gags and clutches at Victoria’s wrist. The IC champion brings Danica nose to nose, glaring and hissing hatefully, “You kicked me out of my home…”
Dadal tries to defend her actions, but her constricted airway produces only wet coughs. Seeing her unintelligible pleas falling on deaf ears, Danica lifts a foot for a low blow, but it’s too late to swing; Victoria puts her at arm’s lengths and falls back as she tosses the uppity sidekick overhead and skidding across the barely padded concrete!
GOOZLEPLEX
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Danica splatters onto the thinly padded cement and lays there gasping and wheezing while the FAWNatics give Hackenschmidt some rare applause the trifecta of power, skill, and innovation, and then double down on the love when the Destroyer pulls her knees in and Kips Up like a Lightweight. Down on the cool floor, Danica achingly rolls to her side, coughing, "Goddammit…" Victoria's beating her back to square one and then some. an unsettling but familiar feeling starts to mix in with the soreness, the sensation a wrestler gets when she's about to get her ass handed to her; The referee throws up a hand and starts a count, his voice almost drowned out by Hackenschmidt's growing supporters. A heated and echoing chant of….
BLOOD-KNIGHT!!
BLOOD-KNIGHT!!
BLOOD-KNIGHT!!
BLOOD-KNIGHT!!
Victoria whips her head back and forth, her emotions for the fickle fans running hot and cold in the same moment with dangerous intensity, She screams at the masses, “You like that, do you? You want violence!? You want blood!?”
A wall of sound hits The Knight that rattles the windows; a raging river of hate from the fans rooting for the sexy wildcard Danica with an undercurrent of bloodthirsty FAWNatics wanting Victoria to give her busty ex-bestie the beating of a lifetime. Knight takes the cacophony as an answer and rolls into the ring to break the referee’s count and rolls back out, “Sounds like a yes to me!”
Dadal’s propped on her elbows when the Towering Teuton comes over and wrangles her hair into a rough ponytail, and grabs the back of Dadal’s bottoms. Victoria heaves Danica to waist height by pulling painfully on her scalp and hiking up on her bikini until it becomes a thong, then drops to a knee, driving the air out of the ex-Squire’s body with a Gutbuster. Experienced FAWN fans whip out their phones, expecting Hackenschmidt to punish her bully with a round of spanking, but the champion has something special in mind. Victoria lets go of Danica’s tresses and smacks her on the back of the head, the Pitbull cusses and covers the spot with both hands as Victoria grabs the back strap of her bikini top. The champ seesaws Danica’s makeshift thong to test its tensile strength… and to feel spiteful joy from Danica’s whines, then stands up with the challenger dangling in her clutches.
Her bikini top was purposefully tight and undersized to showcase the Beautiful Berzerker’s gurls to maximum effect, Danica has come to regret choosing fashion over function at this moment. Her Brobdingnagian boobs spill over the edges of her cups as it’s drawn taut and miserably compacts Danica’s chest, but that new and strange hurt pales in comparison to the lycra crotch floss threatening to tear her up the middle, each yank making her toes curl and stretch. Pulling at her hair to distract herself from the pain, Danica tries to reason with her furious friend, her voice high-pitched and raspy for obvious reasons, “H-Hey Vic, I know things have gotten out of hand-”
“No more talking!” Victoria starts to spin her sexy cargo in a circle, with each revolution, she picks up speed and raises Danica a little higher, “You wanted a fight! You got it!”
The Valiant One turned Violent One drunk tosses a screaming Danica over the guardrail and where bowls over people in the first three rows! Chairs, drinks and popcorn scatter as the challenger is turned into a human missile that explodes a part of the audience into a mosh pit! The referee has to stop his count, it’s pandemonium in the building, and Bethany has ordered him on his earpiece to ‘Not stop a Mania moment in progress’. Danica is the molten core in a pile of lucky strangers, every movement made to get her bearings and escape brings her into contact with a fan. A hand presses into a groin, a buttcheek grazes a face, and a lucky young woman has her face submerged in Danica’s cleavage for five seconds before the Arizonian can wriggle out of the pile.
Walking tall on the right side of the guardrail, Victoria is hamming it up for the first time in her life, going up and down the isle gesturing for the people to get louder and cupping a hand to her ear. Manic energy has overtaken the normally reserved Knight, “Yes, that’s you what you want, right? Just displays of sex and violence and not an actual sport, right? You win! I give-!”
SPLOOSHOSH
Several cups of beer empty their contents onto a blindsided German woman. The crowd collectively lets out a shocked noise and boo relentlessly when they realize it wasn’t another wrestler coming to Danica’s rescue, but a group of rowdy fans. Disgusted and blinking away stinging alcohol from her eyes, Victoria sees the perpetrators, a handful of men wearing FAWN T-shirts bearing Chrissy Daniel, Haily Kennedy, Desiree Dunbarr, and of course, Danica Dadal. Victoria guesses astutely the common denominator between their favourite wrestlers and why she wasn’t one of them. Apparently, ears of great matches and dominating victories don’t make you as likable as someone with a fantastic rack.
The lead Cro-Magnon, clearly inebriated, making that thrown drink unnecessary, laughs as he makes what his core of friends think is hilarious commentary, “You finally took the stick out of your ass! You just need a boob job, and then you’ll be a real supersta-”
Victoria’s fist flies over the barrier and knocks him out cold! It takes a moment for the rest of the drunks to realize what happened and avenge their dear bro, and in that moment Victoria’s already stepping over the barrier and throwing hands! A flood of security arrives too late as always and separates the Intercontinental champion from the toxic fans, largely for the mens’ safety than Victoria’s, she was whipping their asses without a scratch in return. Climbing back over the guardrail, the fuming Knight hears something she hasn’t heard for a good long while.
VIC-TOR-IA!!
VIC-TOR-IA!!
VIC-TOR-IA!!
No matter how much animosity the fanbase can for a wrestler, earned or unearned, they’ll always have your back when it comes to that kind of bullshit. Victoria's eyes widen as she takes it all in, the audience still chanting her name over and over and giving her an ovation in support. The anger that’s building up and festering for weeks begins to subside, replaced by a wave of relief and happiness. Victoria lets out a shuddering breath as tears start to brim in her eyes, she wipes them away with a thumb, “Ahhh… danke… I was spiralling for a moment there...”
Hackenschmidt extends a hand and slaps some palms when a pair of white boots come down hard on the barrier; Danica bursts from the audience into the air, roaring. Leaping off the barrier and getting Sensational height. In all the hubbub, Victoria forgot there was a fight going on! The champ is a deer caught in the headlights, staring dumbstruck at the Beautiful Berzerker as she descends from the sky, the houselights backlighting Danica like she was an avenging angel in a skimpy outfit.
CRACK!!
“AAaaa!!”
Danica tags Victoria with nearly the hardest slap she’s ever taken, on par with the one Danica gave her after the Pitbull’s match with Tamara Mitchell. Victoria nearly trips herself she’s so caught off guard, she turns back to her challenger, holding her cheek with a how-could-you? expression that’s entirely involuntary. And gets tagged on her other cheek just as hard!
CRACK!!
The devilish Danica turns The Knight into a bobblehead with wicked Bytch slaps, and she keeps going! She puts the giant’s head on a powered swivel with forehands and backhands that redden Victoria’s cheeks and force the champion to retreat till the edge of the apron hits her spine. This is The Pitbull’s trump card. When prepping for this match, Danica watched Victoria’s only FAWN loss, when she face Dayna Erza. And in that match there’s a good minute where Dayna slapped the shit out of her near unstoppable mentor to little resistance from Victoria. Now knowing this gap in The Knight’s armour, Danica then studied tape of Macy Renquist and trained to make her hands at least half as deadly as the beach fighting prodigy. Judging by Victoria’s sobs and the tears running down her face, Danica’s achieved that and then some!
“To! Be! Clear! I! Am not! Angry at you!”
Dadal punctuates each statement with another savage face slap. The last is a backhand that turns Hackenschmidt’s legs to noodles and puts The Knight on her knees with both hands to a swollen and red cheek, looking like a suffering housewife in a Showtime movie. Danica shakes out her pimphand, Hackenschmidt's tears flick off and pitter-patter on the mats below. "I'm just trying to win."
LAW's top dog runs her manicured nails through Victoria's short hair and pulls the much larger woman to stopped feet in stages. The odd reversal of roles people expected from the get-go. Danica turns Victoria, still softly whining from the slap storm, and works her halfway into the ring, so the Destroyer's long legs dangle off the apron.
Knowing that a cameraman was positioned behind them, Danica made a show of taking the edges of her makeshift thong and pulling it back to factory settings with a lot of hip wiggling. This teasing tactic is rewarded with whistles from the audience, and then moans of disappointment when her pert peach is fully covered and the dancing is done. The Pitbull won’t leave her pack in cold for long, she grabs Victoria's waistband and stretches it to the middle of her back with one big yank!
"Aieeletgoo!!"
A kicking Victoria springs fresh tears from her eyes and claws at the mat trying to escape the sharp sting of her own ring gear. A sharp turn from the rampaging giant that has the match in hand a short time ago. Danica's not in the mood to let her mentor off easy and tries to split Victoria up the middle.
"I'll be honest, this is just because you are stylin' on me for a bit there!"
Danica stops testing the elasticity of Hackenschmidt's bottoms and then christens her teacher's newly bared, very toned ass with a tawdry double palm spank before digging her nails into Hackenschmidt’s cheeks and shoving the champion fully into the ring. Danica slides in herself a moment after, snagging one of Hackenschmidt’s ankles as she moves to spin the larger blonde 180 degrees, the Polish Pitbull takes Victoria’s other ankle as well and bolts up with plans for a submission victory.
Victoria doesn’t know what her shortstack frenemy is planning, but she knows it isn’t good. She pushes up and lunges at the bottom rope, grabbing it with both hands as Danica tries to pull her away. Danica scrunches her face adorably with effort as she unsuccessfully tries to wrench Victoria free from the ropes, The Knight becomes a living bridge as she goes taut under her former Squire’s force. Danica nearly tears Victoria away with a big heave only for the bigger blonde to latch onto the second rope, the bustier blonde lets out a juvenile huff “Let go, Vic!”
Her white-knuckled grip on the middle strand nearly breaks forcing Victoria to move her hold to the top rope, she whips her head over her shoulder yelling an equally childish, “No! You let go!”
“Come on!” Danica complains, giving Victoria’s ankles another tug. The former tag team and roommates’ casual familiarity finally returns after so long, turning a heated feud into a public squabble. Despite her regression in conduct, Victoria’s fabled strength starts to return and she manages to get both elbows over the top strand. Danica falls back o her ‘win at all costs’ game plan and hoofs Victoria between the legs with a soccer kick!
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The Valiant One convulses with a strangled wail and awkwardly tumbles down the ropes when her arms understandably lose their strength, Victoria lands hard on her shoulder with a thump, any pain felt from the fall lost from the firestorm raging from her kitty. Danica drags Victoria whimpering with her hands between legs to the center of the ring, the champion’s creamy complexion now several shades paler.
The challenger drops Victoria’s right leg but keeps the left up and in hand, the one she’s been focusing on all fight. “Sorry about the low blow, Hack n’ Slash,” Dadal gives a grimace of a grin and shrugs in a what-are-you-gonna-do, semi-apologetic fashion. “But you know I’m all about the Ws and gold these days, and you should know by now not to be an obstacle to them.”
Victoria’s still trembling from the underhanded attack, but the shock has died down enough for some anger to trickle and firm up her spine. She points a shaky finger up at her ‘friend’ and states in a firm voice, “I’m not an obstacle, I’m a professional. And when you start treating this sport and yourself with respect, then maybe you’ll win a title.”
The Pitbull’s face turns intense and for a moment Victoria worries she’ll get another boot to the Kätzchen, but then Danica smiles making the champion even more worried!
“Glad you’re finally talking back, Vic. Looks like we’re turning a corner, speaking of turning…”
Danica swings an imaginary lasso overhead while performing a sultry hip roll, getting the crowd (and Victoria) laser-focused on her curves before the Polish powerhouse swings a stem over Victoria’s and completes the turn, torturously contorting the German’s leg in a classic Spinning Toe Hold.
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Move nerds in the audience and watching remotely at home let out a nostalgic cheer at the sight of the old-school move. Had she not been suffering in its clutches at the moment, Hackenschmidt would appreciate her former student’s technique instead of stifling a shout at each push against her femur’s design. Danica applies pressure enough pressure on the limb to make her opponent think they’re about to hear a cracking before she steps out of the hold, hip rolls into another turn and resets the agonizing submission. In the throes of pain, Hackenschmidt flops like a fish on the canvas, biting her lip and pulling at her to distract herself from the lighting shooting up and down her leg. The official sees Victoria close to the breaking point (quite literally) and asks if she wants to call it, the suffering Destroyer doesn’t trust herself not to submit if she spoke, so Victoria shakes her head no vehemently.
“Just tap, Vic! I’ll feel bad about putting you on the shelf, but that won’t stop me from doing it!” The Triple D Cupped Devil performs another hellish cycle sending Victoria into another fit of thrashings. Danica bends over, so her large breasts hang ominously above Victoria. The champion tries and fails not to flinch at the natural weaponry that destroyed her sense of self and forced The Knight to seek a new start in FAWN. Danica waggles her shoulders, sending her juggs into mouthwatering motions, “I tried to be nice and put you out on your favourite pillows, so you’d lose the title on a nice note. But you keep thinking I’m the same rube you needed to protect from the business and not a threat. Maybe you’ll get it after I strip you of the Intercontinal ChamKLERCH!”
Bidding her time during Danica’s taunts, Victoria’s arm strikes like a snake and jams her fingers under the challenger’s chin into a paralyzing nerve where the jaw curves by the neck.
TEUTONIC DEATH GRIP
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“I thought you would have heeded our old lessons and not speak before the fight is finished,” Victoria spits, savouring the look of shock and hurt in Danica’s eyes after experiencing it time and time again from the runaway Squire. A twitch of Victoria’s fingers and Danica’s legs become loose and rubbery, no longer able to able to trap the German gal’s left stem and let it drop to the canvas. Victoria slowly gets her knees under her as Danica weakly grasps the champion’s wrist, emitting weak, submissive sounds that are impossible to interpret. The Knight rises to her full height with an uncharacteristic sneer as their positions reverse. The Pitbull turns back into a Puppy; Dadal’s knees hit the canvas hard when she loses feeling in her gams, and her arms fall limp to her sides, now fully supported by Victoria’s digging fingers under her chin. Victoria forces Danica to crane her neck so she could look up at the friendship she ruined with a three year tantrum.
“I see you as you are, A talented, driven woman capable of getting everything she wants in life, and doesn’t care who she hurts to get it.”
Victoria works the Death Grip harder making Dadal’s eyes roll back and flutter, the IC champ speaks over her ex-protégé’s warbling, “If you wanted to strike out on your own, you didn’t need to make an example of me, to ruin my life to remake yours! I would have supported you! I-AAGAIEE!!”
Summoning whatever strength she could, Danica swings up her hand and latches onto Hackenschmidt’s undercarriage with an expert Crotch Claw! The power goes out in The Knight’s legs and she drops onto her knees, her facial features twitching and twisting with every movement of Danica’s fingers. But Victoria still has the Teutonic Death Grip attached, it’s a race between nerve holds and Victoria has a big lead.
“Ghhihh!”
Victoria's back arches as Danica’s fingers switch from pain to pleasure and it looks twice as effective! Victoria tries to keep up the Grip, but it’s a shadow of it’s former self, Danica swats it away then turns The Valiant One’s cheek with an echoing bytch slap. A thumb gets put into play, and Hackenschmidt’s hips start moving of their own volition, unable to fully bury a moan of pleasure Hackenschmidt desperately grabs at Dadal’s arm to remove her probing digits. With a rushed sigh of relief, she succeeds, but only because Daddy Dadal wanted to switch back from pleasure to pain; sideling beside Victoria on her knees, Danica works her head under Victoria’s arm as she takes her wrist, while snaking her hand under her teacher’s rump to grab the inside of her thigh. Howling like Pitbull of her moniker, Danica surges to her full height with a giant strewn across her shoulders before falling back, Victoria’s body thuds into the mat with worrying force!
WOTJEK’S REVENGE PART 1
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DAN-IC-A!!
DAD-DY!!
DAN-IC-A!!
DAD-DY!!
DAN-IC-A!!
DAD-DY!!
The FAWNatics feel a change in the air and they love it! They chant the rabid Pitbull’s name, urging the wild and rowdy challenger to overtake the dull but well-meaning champion. Half-assed revenge won’t be enough to put The Knight down, Danica knows that and passes up on a pin attempt for the next phase of her finisher. She leans over to the supine Hackenschmidt and slinks an arm around her neck from above, raising the larger woman slowly in stages with an Inverted Facelock. Both women are exhausted, covered in sweat and sore to high heaven, but currently, it’s Danica in control.
“For what it’s worth,” Danica grunted, struggling under the hardbody’s deadweight after so long in the contest, “You’re right. I took my anger out on you and took things too far, I’m sorry.”
Not wanting to risk a rejection of her feelings, Dania hurries her move; taking one of Hackenschmidt’s wrists, leans hard starboard to the point where the tips of the champ’s fingers graze the canvas and rips hard in the opposite direction, decimating Victoria with a Rolling Cutter!
WOTJEK’S REVENGE PART 2
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Victoria hits the mat like a bag of bones and lies still with a cheek pressed against the mat. Whole-assed revenge delivered, Danica pins Victoria with a FAWN classic, a whole ass. Shoving her best friend and former roommate face up, Danica swings a leg over The Knight’s head and plants her peach on Victoria’s mug, the dazed champion’s nose parting the challenger’s cheeks as the official makes his count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE- VICTORIA KICKS OUT!!!
Coming to life at the absolute last moment, Victoria muscles Danica off her face and rolls to her side, belly expanding with each heavy breath as she tries to clear her head and get back in the fight. Propped up on her elbows Danica stares ahead shocked to stillness. Victoria was done, she could feel it. Literally, she’s facesat enough women in the last three years to know! She scurries to her feet and nearly bowls over the official to confirm, grabbing at his black-and-whites in hysteria, “That was three right!? It has to be three!”
The zebra shakes his head and raises two fingers, “Two Ms. Dadal, match is still on.”
Danica takes on an exasperated look of despair before she closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath, distracting the ref with the swell of her bosom, and lets it out slowly. “Okay, Wotjek gets another meal.”
Daddy Dadal walks over to Hackenschmidt’ who’s rolled onto her back, not enough energy even to sit up. “Get on up, Vic” she reaches for The Knight’s collar,” I’m going to end this now.”
One of Victoria’s earliest lessons she taught to Danica was never to treat an opponent as beaten until the bell had rung, in her time separated from the Towering Teuton she may have forgotten. Victoria snatches Danica’s wrist and pulls her in as she lifts and crosses her long legs into a four shape, forcing her student’s neck against her shin, the base of the number. Victoria quickly laces her fingers behind Danica’s head and pulls her in harder, grinning with effort and elation at her sister LAWDog’s choking and astonished expression.
“Your bear has fallen into a trap.”
GOGOPLATA
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Time slows down in the Gogoplata. Desperation making each tick of the clock stretch into eons; Once the move’s secure, a wrestler has a scant amount of time to escape, or wake up in the middle of the ring wiping drool, and hopefully no other fluids from your face before taking the loser’s trek up the ramp. Her face going from pink to red, to purple in rapid succession, Danica moves in an oxymoronic fashion. Erratically kicking and flopping to the nearest set ropes but only gaining an inch for a flurry of moves. Dadal thanks every god she thinks of for their position in the ring; they had absentmindedly travelled within the orbit of a corner, just as darkness starts to eat at the edges of her vision, Danica gets a toe of a boot on the bottom strand. The clap of the official’s hands is like a church’s bell signalling salvation.
“Break!”
Shockingly, Victoria does. She disengages and rolls away leaving Danica to hack and cough in peace, her skin’s glow fading to less frightening tones as oxygen floods into her starved lungs. She’s never that move before now, but Danica is certain she never wants to feel it again. She rolls face up, still keeping a boot on the rope as a tether to safety as she catches her breath. The bright light of the FAWN arena makes Danica squint and blink, just as a large shadow passes over her, when her eyes open all the ex-Squire sees are the bright lights.
“OOUFF!”
In another highlight moment in a match full of them, Victoria bounds over Dadal’s body and runs up the buckles. The nearly 6 feet, 152lbs of Knight balances on the top ropes with arms outspread for a hot second, letting the moment sink in before Victoria flips backward in a perfect arch and falls across Danica’s stomach like a fallen redwood.
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Even her diehard haters give the IC champ props for that spectacle of a move! Very few Destroyers take to the high ground and fewer get as fancy as Victoria when they do. Immediately after the crushing impact, Victoria gets up with a hungry speed and hauls Dadal up and into a standing Headscissors. She leans down and presses her stomach to Dadal’s back as she loops her arms around the Lightweight’s waist.
“I’m sorry too.”
The Valiant One flips a ragdoll-Esque Danica up and over her body, strapping her on like a backpack with a Gory Special. Freeing one arm to draw it across Danica’s neck and palm the back of her head, Victoria bends at the waist, then hurls herself backward. Danica Dadal’s head hits the covered plywood of the ring floor with their bodyweight, years of friendship, and unresolved issues combined, it’s a miracle she isn’t driven through the mat!
FAFNIR’S FANG
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Danica sloughs onto her back, but it is completely by the reverberations of the mat, she’s out like a light and in dreamland. Too tired for a proper cover, Victoria crawls over and lies down beside her, resting an arm across Dadal’s gently jostling hills. The two look like spent lovers after a long night of passion than the war they just fought.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DINGDINGDING!!!
“Your winner…. And STILL Intercontinental Champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt!!”
No mixed reaction this time. The FAWNatics give the champion her due, Victoria fought hard and kept the gold around her waist and they applaud her for it! Down on the mat, Victoria is silently weeping, relief and happiness over taking her for winning on the biggest show of the year, keeping her title and vanquishing some personal demons all in the same moment. The official has to help the extremely sore Knight to her feet before he can hand her the IC title, thrown triumphantly over a shoulder as she gets her hand raised to a standing ovation. Stifling a sniffle, Victoria turns her head to speak to Danica, but the Pitbull’s still lying on the canvas, napping the loss away.
“Ahh… well… I’d rather we speak in private anyway.”
Victoria exits the ring and walks down the steel steps looking like a breeze might push her over, but feeling better than she has in a LONG time. At the top of the ramp, she raises the belt one last time and soaks up the loving cheers.
“Danke! Ich bin ein Gewinner! Forever and always!”
FAWN's crack team of editors and archivists put together a video recapping the history of the former Knight and Squire, entirely in black and white with one or both women colourized depending on the moment.
-Danica's debut at an audience challenge and Victoria rescuing her from a beatdown. Clips of Victoria training Danica. Clips of them climbing the tag team ranks of LAW and getting the tag team championships. Victoria winning title after title throughout her career, while Danica can't eke out a singles win for her life. The music turns dramatic; Danica's about to beat Tamara Mitchell for the LAW title; she's about to break the rules and hit Tamara with a chair when Victoria pulls it out of her hands. Tamara rolls Danica up to retain the belt. Danica gives Victoria the slap heard around the world. They face each other in a match to work out their feelings; Victoria treats it as a friendly spar and easily womanhandles Danica, to the Squire's immense frustration. Danica hits the breaking point, and soccer kicks Victoria between the legs, defeating The Knight in a lopsided and humiliating fashion. Danica is reborn as the unstoppable Polish Pitbull and is more popular than ever, while Victoria is still winning matches but booed out of every building and harassed online. Whenever they meet in the ring, Victoria is jugged out and defeated with alarming ease, even suffering a lopsided in a Penthouse match and given the bum’s rush out of their shared apartment.-
Will Hackenschmidt overcome her mental and emotional block concerning Danica Dadal, and retain her championship? Or will Danica slay the German Giant forth the fourth time in a row, and win the Intercontinental Championship? Let’s find out!
The announcer projects into his microphone, “This contest is for the Intercontinental Championship! The mat is set for one fall with a time limit of 30 minutes. Introducing first…"
UR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT- NECRO
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A stream of violent hip-hop pours through the speakers, and the crowd gets on its feet! LAW’s most popular star and one of wrestling’s sexiest wild cards makes her first FAWNmania appearance.
“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 ‘DADDY’ DADAL!!”
DANICA DADAL
Danica throws back the curtains with a big flourish and walks to center stage, taking in the thousands of wrestling fans going nuts at her presence with a peaceful smile. She’s gone from a sexy sidekick living in Hackenschmidt’s shadow to a badass beauty that’s the talk of the industry. She finds the nearest camera and beckons it closer, speaking directly to the people watching at home.
“I love each and every one of you for sticking with me and supporting my choices. I’m going to put on a hell of a show, and I'm dedicating it to you. Now it’s time to make my best friend cry between my breasts as I take her title!”
With that prophetic statement, The honey blonde saunters down the ramp with a swagger in her step. The sassy stride gives her bra busters an enticing wobble as she reaches out to slap the hands of fans. She wears white boots and white pants that shine under the lights, the hemline starting just above the curve of her peach-shaped ass. Along each leg are silver buttons that travel down the mid-calf where the pants bell-bottomed out over her white boots. Her long, honey-blond hair is worn in a loose ponytail via silver scrunchy. Her sleeveless blouse is tucked neatly into her pants, and the line of silver buttons on the white shirt is visibly straining to keep Danica’s mountainous mammaries hidden from the lustful eyes of the audience.
Danica ignores her few hecklers in the front row 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. Her mannerisms are cheery and carefree, but on the inside, she’s laser-focused and ready to turn Victoria into a sobbing mess. She'll feel a bit guilty later, but they'll patch things up. It's just how the game is played. She had to change, or she’ll forever be the Demetria to Victoria’s Lakeshia. A footnote in The Knight’s already enviable career. Tonight Danica’s teacher learns that Daddy makes the rules, and if you break ‘em, you get a spanking. Once Danica has the Intercontinental title belt around her waist, they’ll restart their friendship on equal terms…. Well, maybe not equal, teasing Vic is so much fun!
TURNADOT- FINALE
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Danica's strategizing is interrupted by the audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three-stage opera, and the stage illuminating with blinding white spotlights. They dance back and forth before focusing on the towering sentinel that is the Intercontinental champion.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT
"Standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 152 pounds!! From Phoenix, Arizona, by way of Hesse, Germany!! She is The Valiant One!! The Intercontinental Champion, Victoria “The Knight” Hackenschmidt!!!”
Victoria normally drinks in the audience's love to her theme, often it’s the only positive reaction the FAWNatics give the Teutonic titan. Instead, Hackenschmidt seems… numb? No, haunted is more accurate. Hackeschmidt stares at the ring where her ‘friend’ is waiting, but that’s not what she’s seeing. Right now, she’s seeing every horrible thing done or said to her since Danica’s started this self-actualization kick. For weeks these visions have haunted the champion as she readied herself for this battle, and now Hackenshmidt doesn’t know if she wants to unleash all this negativity on Dadal or just run away and hide. Her training and pride as a wrestler tip the scales for the former.
Victoria takes a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. The German giant stands tall and armourless for the second time in her career, except for her head. She wears her usual silver Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her skull but leaves her high-boned cheeks free with a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull resembling a bejewelled crown. The most crucial thing on Victoria’s person is around her waist, the Intercontinental Championship belt. Under the spotlight, it shines as the brightest beacon to any potential challenger, employed by FAWN or not, to try and pry it from The Valiant One’s grasp.
The IC champ speedwalks to the ring like she wants to get this over with it, ignoring the few fans reaching over the guardrail for a Hi-Five. For the biggest PPV of the year, Victoria’s ring gear is her usual white halter top, revealing miles of lightly toned, pale tummy and matching boy-cut shorts that cling to her tight hindquarters. White boots and knee pads always looking newly shined, and an elbow-length fingerless white glove on her right arm; all her gear has thin black lines that weave and intersect to resemble the plate armour she used to wear to the ring.
The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid-looking metal box with a small slit cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder and swiftly swings it in a broad circle before plunging it down into the box with one smooth motion. She hands her helmet to an attendant and slides into the ring rather than go up the steps. Not even glancing at Danica, Victoria hurries to her corner and presses her forehead against the top buckle while gripping the top ropes tightly. Danica looks at her former trainer perturbed, this is some strange and worrying behaviour.
As her music dies down, the entrance euphoria dies along with it. A switch flips for the Orlando audience, and the air fills with a cacophony of noise; the vast majority of the FAWNatics boo, jeer and heckle Victoria with the same amount of force that they love Danica.
"You suck! You suck! You suck!"
"Go back to Germany!"
"You gonna cry again no-boobs!?"
Victoria remains silent with her forehead pressed against the leather of the top buckle, her expression hidden. Meanwhile, Danica’s taking this all in during the referee's inspection and suddenly feels a lot less grateful to her fans and a bit more guilty. She tries to calm the bloodthirsty crowd down a notch as the referee does his pat down of the champ. Danica steps onto the bottom rope and raises her palms to the audience, "Hey! Put the pitchforks away. We disagreed. She didn't hit me with her car!"
If the FAWNatics heard Dadal, she's ignored or misinterpreted as being ironic and wanting them to heckle louder. The bra-busting Lightweight's face screws up in worry, "I'm starting to think I may have taken things too far…"
On that far too late thought, the official completes his inspection and motions for the bell.
DINGDING!!
Victoria swivels to face Danica but remains in the corner, her expression a familiar look of competitive intensity. A frightening thing to see for most opponents, but for Danica, it's a relief. She would have felt bad blowing Victoria out of the water if her big buddy was out of sorts. Letting loose a calming breath, Danica regains her composure and cockily struts to the center of the ring. With hands on hips, she calls after the champion, "What's the matter, Vic? Feeling nervous? If you don't want the smoke, you can just lay down, and I'll pin you. No fuss, no muss."
Victoria pulls herself out of the corner as of she was waiting for permission and walks with heavy steps to meet her ex-partner. Victoria towers over Danica; if you're a new fan, unaware of their history, you'd be very worried for the challenger right now.
The silent treatment is a new thing from The Knight, but Danica isn’t worried. She’ll have the big lug screaming and calling her Daddy soon enough. "It’s good to see you," Danica raises her chin to look at her 'friend' to a comical degree. "I'm sorry I gotta deal you another loss and take your title. But that's the way it's gotta be."
Victoria remains quiet except for her increasingly heavy breathing, her shoulders rising and falling like she's pumping air into a balloon that's about to burst. Not digging the German’s overall vibe, Danica decides to call an audible and bring out the big guns early.
"How about we skip to the good part, huh?"
Rrrip! Rrrip!
Dadal tears her clothes off like they were wrapping paper, revealing her nubile body barely covered in Bikini-style ring gear. Her overbearing rack clad in triangle cups, and her lower half is covered in strappy bottoms that are high on the waist and bare more of her firm glutes than they conceal. As the FAWNatics drool and holler in the stands, The teasing tart shimmys her hips and adjusts the straps of her top, giving her awe-inspiring breasts a calculated jigge. The Polish Pitbull sighs, contentedly, “Now that feels much better, don’t you agree?”
“Mrrm!”
Victoria stifles her response, but Danica can tell she got the desired effect from the champ’s crumbling poker face. Redness in the cheeks, a quiver in the lips, a flare in the nose and wide eyes that are desperately trying to stay locked on Danica’s face. Daddy Dadal inhales a deep breath through her nose, making her jubblies heave enticingly, capturing Victoria’s hungry gaze.
Dadal chirps, “Got you!” and her fingers flash to the German’s scalp, drawing her face in for an early Jugg Scrub!
Hackenschmidt utters her first words of the night, a frightened squeal of “Noo!” that sounds like it’s coming from a little girl and the tall, powerful woman she normally is; the champion fends off a potential early loss by putting her palms to the upper slopes of Danica’s breasts and pushing back the cleavage that’s claimed her consciousness more than once. Victoria possesses a strength that’s frightening to feel in a grapple. But as Danica planned, her former mentor’s power is drained by the sight of her sweater fillers. Instead of tossing her opponent across the ring like a bag of trash, Vic is barely keeping the beautiful Berserker’s bounty from her face with a clumsy groping. Something the two of them might enjoy in a different environment.
“UuoF!”
Dadal abandons the Front Sleeper and pistons a knee into Victoria’s pelvis, not exactly a low blow but nearly as debilitating. Victoria pales and puts a hand to her vibrating center while trying to ward off Dadal with a flailing fist. The smaller blonde slaps away Victoria's meagre defence and takes her by the back of the top and shorts, hiking up the latter to give The Knight a cheek-baring wedgie. With her two handles, the Lightweight gives the Destroyer the bum's rush to the Polish side of the ring; Victoria's shoulder slips between the buckles where it connects with the steel post with a loud and sickening THUD!
"AAAhAa!"
The first sound The German Giant makes is pitful wail. The FAWNatics might feel sorry for her if they weren't so enamoured with the Devilish Danica. The bulldozing, bustier blonde whips a palm and gives Hackenschmidt a spank that -Crack-s off her lycra-free buttcheek, leaving a pink welt in the shape of a perfect handprint.
"You've been hitting the leg machine with Xian, Vic? Your backside's feeling firm!"
Danica pulls her cringing teacher out of the corner and takes the wrist attached to her hurting shoulder, and jumps up and down, almost hatefully treating the limp to a series of Arm Wringers. Danica growls over Victoria's yelps, "What did I say about hanging out with that tramp? If you need to get Jugged out, call me, not her!"
Tugging on the German's increasingly sore arm, Danica steps back and drops a hip to send away Hackenschmidt with an Irish Whip with some 'Omph!' Victoria stumbles as she tries to turn into the buckles and hits the padded steel with her bad shoulder. "Rrrah!" Victoria shudders and rests her back against the corner, massaging her shoulder and praying it won’t be debilitating her the rest of the match. That brief moment of regrouping is all it takes for Danica to sprint across the ring and plow into Victoria with a Running Splash; The champ was squirting with pain a moment before. When she opened her eyes, Victoria saw Dadal’s glorious bust flying toward her face before her student’s calcium cannons smacks into, then envelopes her face.
"Did you miss these? I know you did!"
With her feet perfectly balanced in the middle cables, the Polish Pitbull does good on her opening threat; gripping Hackenschmidt by the scalp, Danica scrubs, scrubs, scrubs the terrified Teuton visage against her extra-large endowments.
For The Knight, this is a nightmare. Again, she’s being humiliated by the woman she trusted more than anyone, in front of fans that turned on her for treating professional wrestling with the respect it deserved. For doing what Victoria was trained to do since she could walk, and doing it well. All of Danica’s mixed signals and bullying, the fans neverending trolling, and Victoria’s shame and embarrassments crashed and rolled against each other in an internal storm. This conflagration of emotions kickstarts Victoria’s new defence mechanism, the berzerker rage that’s appeared in the German Giant since debuting in FAWN.
Oblivious to the fuse she just lit, but aware of the ref’s count hitting “Four!”, Danica releases her mentor from her sweltering bounty a roll over her shoulders to playfully smack Victoria’s flushed cheeks with her baps. Danica swings her leg to stand on the middle cable to the left of the champ and grabs Victoria by the back of the head. Spring off the ropes with a raised fist in the air, Dadal lands peach first on the canvas while Victoria gets a brutal faceplant with an elevated Bulldog.
Daddy Dadal kips up off the mat to her feet, sending her fulsome front into a set of crowd-pleasing jiggles. She streaks back to the corner and climbs up the buckles with the speed of a squirrel; she has a battle plan, and Danica’s following it to the letter to great success.
Lying on the ring floor, Hackenschmidt rolls belly up, still tasting Dadal's sweat and skin on her tongue. The champ has split second for her brain to restart after leaving a dent in the plywood but that's not enough time, Danica's already leaping off her perch and flipping in the air. The former Squire's beautiful ass lands like a hammer on The Knight's chest with a flying Seated Senton.
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Hackenschmidt's A Cups prove poor protection and turn as flat as the fans accuse under the Polish Pitbull's pulchritude. Hackenschmidt’s long legs jerks up like she’s been electrocuted, she lets out a hoarse cry as the air leaves her body. Danica scoots up to cover her friend’s mouth and nose with her center and presses her thighs to Victoria’s head. Danica wants to look Victoria in the eye when she gets takes the title. As the official drops to count the pin, Danica leans closer and gives Victoria an air kiss, “Who’s your Daddy?”
ONE!
The puckish Polish Pitbull feels two strong hands gripping her rear before she shoved from her Facesit pin onto all fours. Victoria sits up like she’s been ordered by a drill sergeant, immediately with spine ramrod straight; Victoria‘s back is to Danica, so the challenger can’t see her expression, but the fans on that side of the building can, and they feel a chill start to settle in their bones. Danica hastily stands up and runs to the ropes, “Happy this won’t be a complete squash, Vic! I wanna real fight!” She hits the cables and rebounds back as Victoria gets to her feet and turns around, Danica leaps and flies toward the German with a Body Block, and the challenger’s body hits the champion’s with the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh
Victoria doesn't budge an inch. Danica becomes Wile E. Coyote smeared against the cliff face; Victoria’s arms snake around Danica’s waist in a tight Bearhug getting a groan out of the diminutive triple D Cup on the first squeeze. Her legs kicking weakly in the air, Danica pries at Victoria’s brawny arms with the fervour of a trapped animal and expertly rolls her shoulders in a way that makes her mountains mammaries bully and dominate Victoria’s molehills. A tactic that just yesterday would have weakened The Knight’s grip before, or made Hackenschmidt break the hold entirely. The Bearhug coils tighter and Dadal’s body arcs into a painful C, Victoria speaks with restrained fury as she stares into her ex-partner’s fearful, pain-squinted eyes.
“You’re not getting a fight, you’re getting a lesson.”
On that ominous note, The Knight flings her wayward Squire overhead with a Belly to Belly Suplex with the smallest of movements. Victoria remains standing tall as Danica is thrown helter-skelter and lands hard on the canvas.
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Danica clumsily rolls with the impact of her harsh landing and gets up, still off balance, she trips on her own feet and has to catch herself on the buckles. Danica shakes her head to clear vertigo from the Suplex, “Ughh.. haven't heard that tone from Vic beforUGHUGH!”
A galloping Hackenchmidt crushes Dadal between a Hardbody and a hard place with a Running Splash! The Towering Teuton lets the smaller blonde feel her weight and keeps her trapped and breathless against the buckles through the ref’s count. Backing off just shy of a disqualification, Hackenschmidt turns Danica to face her and grabs the hot prospect under an arm and by the hip and throws the ungrateful tramp out of the corner like a bag of trash. Danica can’t help but squeal in fear when she’s hurled to an almost cartoonish height and splats onto the ring floor; she skids across the rough canvas like a tumbleweed before she gets a lucky break and gets an elbow on the bottom rope, potentially a fall to mats outside.
“Oh… oh fuck,” Danica looks like a newborn fawn getting up, she needs to compose herself Victoria throws her out of the building! this match has gone tits up in the fastest way possible Maybe going so hard with the psychological attacks was a bad idea?
Victoria moves like a Terminator approaching its target, her mind clear of anything except violence; to Danica’s credit, she charges toward the Destroyer rather than slip out of the ring and buy time. Victoria meets her with a Clothesline that gets delicately dodged and takes a driveby kidney punch in return, Victoria bites down a groan turning it into a hiss and spins around with a wild Backfist that misses Danica’s nose by a millimetre. The two LAWdogs engage in some fast-paced, close-quarters combat that has the FAWNatics’ blood rising in their veins; The Knight’s anger is hampering her skills, and she’s hurling big lefts and rights that look concussive if they land. Luckily Danica had a good teacher, and defence against a larger opponent was drilled into her right from the first day of wrestling school.
Whatever the Polish Pitbull can’t duck or weave away from ricochets off her guard and vibrates her bones with its heaviness, Danica giving back as much as she’s getting and landing far more hits, but Victoria seems to shrug them off with little effort. The Knight is either great at hiding her pain, or getting into a fistfight with a giant is just a bad idea.
Danica switches to the tried and true tactic of cutting your opponent down from the legs up; the Beautiful Berzerker lands a sharp kick to Hackenschmidt’s thigh, and the champion flinches. Danica doubles, triples, then quadruple down on the attack, striking the spot on Hackenschmidt’s leg. The muscly stem buckles and the champion takes a knee before the challenger. Danica lunges for Victoria to get a match-ending Front sleeper but gets An unwelcome surprise when Victoria sweeps her leg onto a shoulder, nearly tripping Danica onto her side. Blowing air out her nose like a steam engine, Victoria grabs Dadal by the front and back of the gold bikini bottoms(bet she’s regretting that wardrobe change), and surges to her full height with her ungrateful student wide-eyed and hanging on for dear life. The Knight slams Danica onto the ring floor with such force the official cringes, suddenly worried for the smaller blonde's spine.
TORNADO SLAM
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The Towering Teuton keeps on her grips and folds Dadal slightly to stack the twitching lightweight on her shoulders. Dadal has a bewildered look on her face as the ref slides for the pin, it’s unclear whether it's the situation or the hurt she’s feeling that has her so confused.
ONE!
TWO!!
THR- Danica gets a shoulder up to thunderous applause! Hackenscmidt lets go of her opponent and stomps over to the ropes, screaming at the Orlando audience that’s firmly in the Pitbull's pocket, “Do you even know why you’re cheering her and booing me!? Have I done something wrong!? No! You’re just fickle and shallow! Do you think sending hate mail makes you special!? You’re all just cowards too weak to step into the ri-Argk!”
Victoria’s having a breakdown or perhaps a breakthrough regarding her relationship with the fans, either way, Danica’s grateful. The pause in the action gives the much bustier blonde a chance to drag herself to her feet and rally up; she windmills up her palms and sets Vic's back alight with Overhand Chops. Fighting through an involuntary spasm, Victoria whips around and goes for Danica's throat but the nimble Lightweight pivots out of the way as she tags the Giant with another low roundhouse kick hitting just above the knee. Victoria angrily and aimlessly swipes at the resilient berserker, “Stop it! You-”
Danica reaches across herself to touch her shoulder and sweeps out her arm in a Knife-edge Chop; Hackenschmidt's speed bumps take the lashing, followed by a Pavlovian 'WOOO!' from the FAWNatics. Hackenschmidt loses her balance and has to catch the top rope to stay standing, giving Danica another opportunity to chastise the German's gurls again and again in quick succession. Victoria hisses and crosses her arms over her stinging chest, instinctively turning away from her attacker and walking a few steps away.
Danica feels their usual rhythm of Victoria crumbling under her offence about to start, and dominance is just a Chop away. She grabs at Victoria's bicep to turn her around, "I’m not done with those bug bites, get back here!"
CRACK!
Victoria does face her, but with a Chop of her own, and it’s one of seismic proportions! The Chop knocks Danica off her feet and the Pitbull up on the mat, into a writhing heap on the canvas; with a shocked face, she hugs her bruising breasts that are throbbing with pain. Victoria normally avoids touching Danica’s chest as much as possible, after their past three matchups, the challenger expected a cowed champion but instead faces the full might of the young veteran that set Europe on fire and made LAW into a respectable promotion.
The Knight pulls Danica up with a handful of her honey blonde hair and shoves her into a corner, she hooks Danica’s arms behind the top ropes so she can have unfettered access to the boobs that sent her on a never-ending dark knight of the soul. Victoria flattens her hand into a paddle and rears it back, she speaks coldly, “I always wondered if this move hurt more or less when it hits larger breasts, let us compare.”
Victoria’s larger yet feminine hand becomes a blur and beats Dadal’s juggs with an echoing WHAP! The soft flesh of the challenger’s breast ripples out from the impact and turns into an agonized shudder. the thundercrack resulting from skin striking skin causes the crowd to forget the ‘woo’ and instead cry out “OOOHH!!’ in shock and sympathy. The Pitbull goes pale and chokes on a gasp before she’s stricken with more and more thunder, Danica squeals and kicks up her legs each time she’s struck; fans worry Victoria might Chop Danica through the post before she’s done, she’s attacking her chesty former friend with an envy-fueled fury that goes all the way back to puberty! Danica desperately tries to escape the corner and pass by the champ, just to get the side of Victoria’s elbow banging into her cheek and another bra bursting Chop. If a Bloodwind’s chops are akin to a machine gun, a Hackenschmidt’s is a grenade launcher.
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The watchful zebra at the edge of Dadal’s peripheral vision finally comes to her aid and orders Victoria to take it out of the buckles. Enraged or not, Victoria respects referees and nods at him, taking two fistfuls of Danica’s now slightly unkempt hair and painfully yanking her out of the corner like she’s pulling a weed. Danica squeals again, feeling her follicles pull at her scalp as she’s taken off her feet and into a belly flop on the canvas. “Gah!” Danica jerks face up and holding her tits, the lovely pair now too sensitive for the coarse material of the canvas thanks to Victoria’s lashing. Speaking of, a white wrestling boot comes down hard on Danica’s stomach forcing a bellow from the sister LAWdog’s lips. Victoria grinds her heel on Danica’s navel as the referee confirms her victory.
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-Danica gets a shoulder up to the FAWNatic’s glee! They cheer the underdog with all their might, willing Danica to get back in the thick of it. Victoria shows no visible frustration, she owes her former roommate a ton of payback, and they’re just getting started. “I’m glad you’re not done,” The Knight huffs, guiding Danica to her knees in by the ears, “It shows training you wasn’t a complete waste of my time!”
Victoria raises a fist to bring it down on Danica’s crown when the ex-Squire latches onto her ankles and pulls the rug out from under the giant, toppling Victoria with a start. She quickly stands up with the champion's legs in hand and outstretched in a V, Danica raises a boot and hovers it over Victoria's crotch. The bigger blonde fearfully covers her sanctum, having been on the receiving end of Dadal’s low blows more than once. The smaller blonde sees Victoria’s fright and smirks, seemingly relieved, “I knew you were in there under the anger.” And leaps off one boot into a Double-Foot Stomp on Victoria’s chest.
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Victoria squawks and shivers when Danica’s boots crush her petite bust; with sadistic accuracy, the Pitbull grinds her soles against the struggling German’s nipples before hopping off. Danica gives her top a calculated adjustment that sends her juggs into calculated jiggles while looking at Vic with a knowing smirk. This stab at a deep-seated insecurity cuts through Victoria’s rage and brings out the socially awkward young woman outside the ring. The embarrassed champ crosses her arms over her small bounty to protect them from harm and scrutiny and quickly rolls to a knee and begins to rise when Danica smacks her in the side of the head with an Enzugiri, dropping the giant back to the mat.
Dadal skips a futile pin attempt to run away to a corner and drop into a runner’s crouch, letting the camera behind her catch a rare angle of her picturesque backside. When the dazed Victoria begins to push off the canvas, the dame with the triple Ds bursts from the buckles like she’s been running with Everly Knight. Crossing the seas of the canvas in the blink of an eye, Danica springs toward the genuflecting Hackenschmidt and greets her with a pair of raised knees to the eyes.
METEORA
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Hackenschmidt falls flat with arms sprawled out above her head with her mouth slack, dead to the world. The Florida audience has a frenetic excitement watching Danica throw herself onto the unpopular goody-goody for a pin! In a straddling seat on her bestie’s chest, The determined Danica hugs Hackenschmidt’s upper ribs with her thighs while clamping down on the Destroyer’s wrists, and slapping her big tits on Victoria’s face like twin boulders for the umpteenth time. She feels her mentor suckle at her sensitive teats, trying to find air, and smiles beatifically. The perfect way to get her first title.
ONE!
TWO!!
Danica’s thrown off Victoria like someone hit the eject button! Victoria flashes to her feet, eyes burning and her pearly white teeth showcased in a snarl. Those impossibly perfect, smothering juggs were like familiar Smelling Salts to the IC champion and brought Victoria back to harsh reality.
Victoria beats her fist above her heart, and screams at Danica in her native tongue with moisture in her manic eyes, "Ich bin nicht dein Spielzeug! Ich bin ein Gewinner!” Danica scampers up, made nervous by the large woman's madness. Victoria bodies up to her scared, smaller and former partner, spitting and hollering crazily, “Ich wollte gut sein! Moralisch sein! Warum hasst ihr mich alle dafür!? Urk! Raa!”
Dadal starts battering Vic about the face and sternum with Forearm Shivers, mostly out of self-preservation than a desire to win this moment. Though unsettled, the Lightweight picks her targets well on Victoria’s body and drives the Destroyer into the ropes. Dadal backs up and dashes forward to Clothesline Victoria over the ropes to the outside, but The Knight sees it coming and throws up a Big Boot as a roadblock. Dadal avoids a faceful of rubber and baseball slides under the raised, long leg to the mats surrounding the ring. Landing without a hitch, she reaches back into the Squared Circle to grab the champion and drag her away from the official's gaze. Victoria springs off the cables, deftly dodging The Polish Pitbull’s hands snatching at her ankles, then speedily heads toward her evasive opponent on the ground. Victoria steps through the top and middle cables in a quick fashion and neatly bounds off the edge of the apron just for Danica to slide back into the ring.
Danica pops back up as Victoria pounds a fist against the apron in frustration. The peerless Pitbull takes the top rope in both hands and draws it back, “Too fast for you, Vic!” and flings herself into the air with a Crossbody, her golden hair trailing like a comet as she rapidly descends on Victoria.
“Gurak!”
Unfazed in the slightest, Victoria takes a step back and catches the flying LAWdog by the throat and armpit while Danica lands on her feet without a hitch, but is no better for it going by her bulging eyes and redding face. The Knight’s fingers dig into Danica’s neck with a subtle flex, and the captured challenger gags and clutches at Victoria’s wrist. The IC champion brings Danica nose to nose, glaring and hissing hatefully, “You kicked me out of my home…”
Dadal tries to defend her actions, but her constricted airway produces only wet coughs. Seeing her unintelligible pleas falling on deaf ears, Danica lifts a foot for a low blow, but it’s too late to swing; Victoria puts her at arm’s lengths and falls back as she tosses the uppity sidekick overhead and skidding across the barely padded concrete!
GOOZLEPLEX
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Danica splatters onto the thinly padded cement and lays there gasping and wheezing while the FAWNatics give Hackenschmidt some rare applause the trifecta of power, skill, and innovation, and then double down on the love when the Destroyer pulls her knees in and Kips Up like a Lightweight. Down on the cool floor, Danica achingly rolls to her side, coughing, "Goddammit…" Victoria's beating her back to square one and then some. an unsettling but familiar feeling starts to mix in with the soreness, the sensation a wrestler gets when she's about to get her ass handed to her; The referee throws up a hand and starts a count, his voice almost drowned out by Hackenschmidt's growing supporters. A heated and echoing chant of….
BLOOD-KNIGHT!!
BLOOD-KNIGHT!!
BLOOD-KNIGHT!!
BLOOD-KNIGHT!!
Victoria whips her head back and forth, her emotions for the fickle fans running hot and cold in the same moment with dangerous intensity, She screams at the masses, “You like that, do you? You want violence!? You want blood!?”
A wall of sound hits The Knight that rattles the windows; a raging river of hate from the fans rooting for the sexy wildcard Danica with an undercurrent of bloodthirsty FAWNatics wanting Victoria to give her busty ex-bestie the beating of a lifetime. Knight takes the cacophony as an answer and rolls into the ring to break the referee’s count and rolls back out, “Sounds like a yes to me!”
Dadal’s propped on her elbows when the Towering Teuton comes over and wrangles her hair into a rough ponytail, and grabs the back of Dadal’s bottoms. Victoria heaves Danica to waist height by pulling painfully on her scalp and hiking up on her bikini until it becomes a thong, then drops to a knee, driving the air out of the ex-Squire’s body with a Gutbuster. Experienced FAWN fans whip out their phones, expecting Hackenschmidt to punish her bully with a round of spanking, but the champion has something special in mind. Victoria lets go of Danica’s tresses and smacks her on the back of the head, the Pitbull cusses and covers the spot with both hands as Victoria grabs the back strap of her bikini top. The champ seesaws Danica’s makeshift thong to test its tensile strength… and to feel spiteful joy from Danica’s whines, then stands up with the challenger dangling in her clutches.
Her bikini top was purposefully tight and undersized to showcase the Beautiful Berzerker’s gurls to maximum effect, Danica has come to regret choosing fashion over function at this moment. Her Brobdingnagian boobs spill over the edges of her cups as it’s drawn taut and miserably compacts Danica’s chest, but that new and strange hurt pales in comparison to the lycra crotch floss threatening to tear her up the middle, each yank making her toes curl and stretch. Pulling at her hair to distract herself from the pain, Danica tries to reason with her furious friend, her voice high-pitched and raspy for obvious reasons, “H-Hey Vic, I know things have gotten out of hand-”
“No more talking!” Victoria starts to spin her sexy cargo in a circle, with each revolution, she picks up speed and raises Danica a little higher, “You wanted a fight! You got it!”
The Valiant One turned Violent One drunk tosses a screaming Danica over the guardrail and where bowls over people in the first three rows! Chairs, drinks and popcorn scatter as the challenger is turned into a human missile that explodes a part of the audience into a mosh pit! The referee has to stop his count, it’s pandemonium in the building, and Bethany has ordered him on his earpiece to ‘Not stop a Mania moment in progress’. Danica is the molten core in a pile of lucky strangers, every movement made to get her bearings and escape brings her into contact with a fan. A hand presses into a groin, a buttcheek grazes a face, and a lucky young woman has her face submerged in Danica’s cleavage for five seconds before the Arizonian can wriggle out of the pile.
Walking tall on the right side of the guardrail, Victoria is hamming it up for the first time in her life, going up and down the isle gesturing for the people to get louder and cupping a hand to her ear. Manic energy has overtaken the normally reserved Knight, “Yes, that’s you what you want, right? Just displays of sex and violence and not an actual sport, right? You win! I give-!”
SPLOOSHOSH
Several cups of beer empty their contents onto a blindsided German woman. The crowd collectively lets out a shocked noise and boo relentlessly when they realize it wasn’t another wrestler coming to Danica’s rescue, but a group of rowdy fans. Disgusted and blinking away stinging alcohol from her eyes, Victoria sees the perpetrators, a handful of men wearing FAWN T-shirts bearing Chrissy Daniel, Haily Kennedy, Desiree Dunbarr, and of course, Danica Dadal. Victoria guesses astutely the common denominator between their favourite wrestlers and why she wasn’t one of them. Apparently, ears of great matches and dominating victories don’t make you as likable as someone with a fantastic rack.
The lead Cro-Magnon, clearly inebriated, making that thrown drink unnecessary, laughs as he makes what his core of friends think is hilarious commentary, “You finally took the stick out of your ass! You just need a boob job, and then you’ll be a real supersta-”
Victoria’s fist flies over the barrier and knocks him out cold! It takes a moment for the rest of the drunks to realize what happened and avenge their dear bro, and in that moment Victoria’s already stepping over the barrier and throwing hands! A flood of security arrives too late as always and separates the Intercontinental champion from the toxic fans, largely for the mens’ safety than Victoria’s, she was whipping their asses without a scratch in return. Climbing back over the guardrail, the fuming Knight hears something she hasn’t heard for a good long while.
VIC-TOR-IA!!
VIC-TOR-IA!!
VIC-TOR-IA!!
No matter how much animosity the fanbase can for a wrestler, earned or unearned, they’ll always have your back when it comes to that kind of bullshit. Victoria's eyes widen as she takes it all in, the audience still chanting her name over and over and giving her an ovation in support. The anger that’s building up and festering for weeks begins to subside, replaced by a wave of relief and happiness. Victoria lets out a shuddering breath as tears start to brim in her eyes, she wipes them away with a thumb, “Ahhh… danke… I was spiralling for a moment there...”
Hackenschmidt extends a hand and slaps some palms when a pair of white boots come down hard on the barrier; Danica bursts from the audience into the air, roaring. Leaping off the barrier and getting Sensational height. In all the hubbub, Victoria forgot there was a fight going on! The champ is a deer caught in the headlights, staring dumbstruck at the Beautiful Berzerker as she descends from the sky, the houselights backlighting Danica like she was an avenging angel in a skimpy outfit.
CRACK!!
“AAaaa!!”
Danica tags Victoria with nearly the hardest slap she’s ever taken, on par with the one Danica gave her after the Pitbull’s match with Tamara Mitchell. Victoria nearly trips herself she’s so caught off guard, she turns back to her challenger, holding her cheek with a how-could-you? expression that’s entirely involuntary. And gets tagged on her other cheek just as hard!
CRACK!!
The devilish Danica turns The Knight into a bobblehead with wicked Bytch slaps, and she keeps going! She puts the giant’s head on a powered swivel with forehands and backhands that redden Victoria’s cheeks and force the champion to retreat till the edge of the apron hits her spine. This is The Pitbull’s trump card. When prepping for this match, Danica watched Victoria’s only FAWN loss, when she face Dayna Erza. And in that match there’s a good minute where Dayna slapped the shit out of her near unstoppable mentor to little resistance from Victoria. Now knowing this gap in The Knight’s armour, Danica then studied tape of Macy Renquist and trained to make her hands at least half as deadly as the beach fighting prodigy. Judging by Victoria’s sobs and the tears running down her face, Danica’s achieved that and then some!
“To! Be! Clear! I! Am not! Angry at you!”
Dadal punctuates each statement with another savage face slap. The last is a backhand that turns Hackenschmidt’s legs to noodles and puts The Knight on her knees with both hands to a swollen and red cheek, looking like a suffering housewife in a Showtime movie. Danica shakes out her pimphand, Hackenschmidt's tears flick off and pitter-patter on the mats below. "I'm just trying to win."
LAW's top dog runs her manicured nails through Victoria's short hair and pulls the much larger woman to stopped feet in stages. The odd reversal of roles people expected from the get-go. Danica turns Victoria, still softly whining from the slap storm, and works her halfway into the ring, so the Destroyer's long legs dangle off the apron.
Knowing that a cameraman was positioned behind them, Danica made a show of taking the edges of her makeshift thong and pulling it back to factory settings with a lot of hip wiggling. This teasing tactic is rewarded with whistles from the audience, and then moans of disappointment when her pert peach is fully covered and the dancing is done. The Pitbull won’t leave her pack in cold for long, she grabs Victoria's waistband and stretches it to the middle of her back with one big yank!
"Aieeletgoo!!"
A kicking Victoria springs fresh tears from her eyes and claws at the mat trying to escape the sharp sting of her own ring gear. A sharp turn from the rampaging giant that has the match in hand a short time ago. Danica's not in the mood to let her mentor off easy and tries to split Victoria up the middle.
"I'll be honest, this is just because you are stylin' on me for a bit there!"
Danica stops testing the elasticity of Hackenschmidt's bottoms and then christens her teacher's newly bared, very toned ass with a tawdry double palm spank before digging her nails into Hackenschmidt’s cheeks and shoving the champion fully into the ring. Danica slides in herself a moment after, snagging one of Hackenschmidt’s ankles as she moves to spin the larger blonde 180 degrees, the Polish Pitbull takes Victoria’s other ankle as well and bolts up with plans for a submission victory.
Victoria doesn’t know what her shortstack frenemy is planning, but she knows it isn’t good. She pushes up and lunges at the bottom rope, grabbing it with both hands as Danica tries to pull her away. Danica scrunches her face adorably with effort as she unsuccessfully tries to wrench Victoria free from the ropes, The Knight becomes a living bridge as she goes taut under her former Squire’s force. Danica nearly tears Victoria away with a big heave only for the bigger blonde to latch onto the second rope, the bustier blonde lets out a juvenile huff “Let go, Vic!”
Her white-knuckled grip on the middle strand nearly breaks forcing Victoria to move her hold to the top rope, she whips her head over her shoulder yelling an equally childish, “No! You let go!”
“Come on!” Danica complains, giving Victoria’s ankles another tug. The former tag team and roommates’ casual familiarity finally returns after so long, turning a heated feud into a public squabble. Despite her regression in conduct, Victoria’s fabled strength starts to return and she manages to get both elbows over the top strand. Danica falls back o her ‘win at all costs’ game plan and hoofs Victoria between the legs with a soccer kick!
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The Valiant One convulses with a strangled wail and awkwardly tumbles down the ropes when her arms understandably lose their strength, Victoria lands hard on her shoulder with a thump, any pain felt from the fall lost from the firestorm raging from her kitty. Danica drags Victoria whimpering with her hands between legs to the center of the ring, the champion’s creamy complexion now several shades paler.
The challenger drops Victoria’s right leg but keeps the left up and in hand, the one she’s been focusing on all fight. “Sorry about the low blow, Hack n’ Slash,” Dadal gives a grimace of a grin and shrugs in a what-are-you-gonna-do, semi-apologetic fashion. “But you know I’m all about the Ws and gold these days, and you should know by now not to be an obstacle to them.”
Victoria’s still trembling from the underhanded attack, but the shock has died down enough for some anger to trickle and firm up her spine. She points a shaky finger up at her ‘friend’ and states in a firm voice, “I’m not an obstacle, I’m a professional. And when you start treating this sport and yourself with respect, then maybe you’ll win a title.”
The Pitbull’s face turns intense and for a moment Victoria worries she’ll get another boot to the Kätzchen, but then Danica smiles making the champion even more worried!
“Glad you’re finally talking back, Vic. Looks like we’re turning a corner, speaking of turning…”
Danica swings an imaginary lasso overhead while performing a sultry hip roll, getting the crowd (and Victoria) laser-focused on her curves before the Polish powerhouse swings a stem over Victoria’s and completes the turn, torturously contorting the German’s leg in a classic Spinning Toe Hold.
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Move nerds in the audience and watching remotely at home let out a nostalgic cheer at the sight of the old-school move. Had she not been suffering in its clutches at the moment, Hackenschmidt would appreciate her former student’s technique instead of stifling a shout at each push against her femur’s design. Danica applies pressure enough pressure on the limb to make her opponent think they’re about to hear a cracking before she steps out of the hold, hip rolls into another turn and resets the agonizing submission. In the throes of pain, Hackenschmidt flops like a fish on the canvas, biting her lip and pulling at her to distract herself from the lighting shooting up and down her leg. The official sees Victoria close to the breaking point (quite literally) and asks if she wants to call it, the suffering Destroyer doesn’t trust herself not to submit if she spoke, so Victoria shakes her head no vehemently.
“Just tap, Vic! I’ll feel bad about putting you on the shelf, but that won’t stop me from doing it!” The Triple D Cupped Devil performs another hellish cycle sending Victoria into another fit of thrashings. Danica bends over, so her large breasts hang ominously above Victoria. The champion tries and fails not to flinch at the natural weaponry that destroyed her sense of self and forced The Knight to seek a new start in FAWN. Danica waggles her shoulders, sending her juggs into mouthwatering motions, “I tried to be nice and put you out on your favourite pillows, so you’d lose the title on a nice note. But you keep thinking I’m the same rube you needed to protect from the business and not a threat. Maybe you’ll get it after I strip you of the Intercontinal ChamKLERCH!”
Bidding her time during Danica’s taunts, Victoria’s arm strikes like a snake and jams her fingers under the challenger’s chin into a paralyzing nerve where the jaw curves by the neck.
TEUTONIC DEATH GRIP
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“I thought you would have heeded our old lessons and not speak before the fight is finished,” Victoria spits, savouring the look of shock and hurt in Danica’s eyes after experiencing it time and time again from the runaway Squire. A twitch of Victoria’s fingers and Danica’s legs become loose and rubbery, no longer able to able to trap the German gal’s left stem and let it drop to the canvas. Victoria slowly gets her knees under her as Danica weakly grasps the champion’s wrist, emitting weak, submissive sounds that are impossible to interpret. The Knight rises to her full height with an uncharacteristic sneer as their positions reverse. The Pitbull turns back into a Puppy; Dadal’s knees hit the canvas hard when she loses feeling in her gams, and her arms fall limp to her sides, now fully supported by Victoria’s digging fingers under her chin. Victoria forces Danica to crane her neck so she could look up at the friendship she ruined with a three year tantrum.
“I see you as you are, A talented, driven woman capable of getting everything she wants in life, and doesn’t care who she hurts to get it.”
Victoria works the Death Grip harder making Dadal’s eyes roll back and flutter, the IC champ speaks over her ex-protégé’s warbling, “If you wanted to strike out on your own, you didn’t need to make an example of me, to ruin my life to remake yours! I would have supported you! I-AAGAIEE!!”
Summoning whatever strength she could, Danica swings up her hand and latches onto Hackenschmidt’s undercarriage with an expert Crotch Claw! The power goes out in The Knight’s legs and she drops onto her knees, her facial features twitching and twisting with every movement of Danica’s fingers. But Victoria still has the Teutonic Death Grip attached, it’s a race between nerve holds and Victoria has a big lead.
“Ghhihh!”
Victoria's back arches as Danica’s fingers switch from pain to pleasure and it looks twice as effective! Victoria tries to keep up the Grip, but it’s a shadow of it’s former self, Danica swats it away then turns The Valiant One’s cheek with an echoing bytch slap. A thumb gets put into play, and Hackenschmidt’s hips start moving of their own volition, unable to fully bury a moan of pleasure Hackenschmidt desperately grabs at Dadal’s arm to remove her probing digits. With a rushed sigh of relief, she succeeds, but only because Daddy Dadal wanted to switch back from pleasure to pain; sideling beside Victoria on her knees, Danica works her head under Victoria’s arm as she takes her wrist, while snaking her hand under her teacher’s rump to grab the inside of her thigh. Howling like Pitbull of her moniker, Danica surges to her full height with a giant strewn across her shoulders before falling back, Victoria’s body thuds into the mat with worrying force!
WOTJEK’S REVENGE PART 1
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DAN-IC-A!!
DAD-DY!!
DAN-IC-A!!
DAD-DY!!
DAN-IC-A!!
DAD-DY!!
The FAWNatics feel a change in the air and they love it! They chant the rabid Pitbull’s name, urging the wild and rowdy challenger to overtake the dull but well-meaning champion. Half-assed revenge won’t be enough to put The Knight down, Danica knows that and passes up on a pin attempt for the next phase of her finisher. She leans over to the supine Hackenschmidt and slinks an arm around her neck from above, raising the larger woman slowly in stages with an Inverted Facelock. Both women are exhausted, covered in sweat and sore to high heaven, but currently, it’s Danica in control.
“For what it’s worth,” Danica grunted, struggling under the hardbody’s deadweight after so long in the contest, “You’re right. I took my anger out on you and took things too far, I’m sorry.”
Not wanting to risk a rejection of her feelings, Dania hurries her move; taking one of Hackenschmidt’s wrists, leans hard starboard to the point where the tips of the champ’s fingers graze the canvas and rips hard in the opposite direction, decimating Victoria with a Rolling Cutter!
WOTJEK’S REVENGE PART 2
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Victoria hits the mat like a bag of bones and lies still with a cheek pressed against the mat. Whole-assed revenge delivered, Danica pins Victoria with a FAWN classic, a whole ass. Shoving her best friend and former roommate face up, Danica swings a leg over The Knight’s head and plants her peach on Victoria’s mug, the dazed champion’s nose parting the challenger’s cheeks as the official makes his count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE- VICTORIA KICKS OUT!!!
Coming to life at the absolute last moment, Victoria muscles Danica off her face and rolls to her side, belly expanding with each heavy breath as she tries to clear her head and get back in the fight. Propped up on her elbows Danica stares ahead shocked to stillness. Victoria was done, she could feel it. Literally, she’s facesat enough women in the last three years to know! She scurries to her feet and nearly bowls over the official to confirm, grabbing at his black-and-whites in hysteria, “That was three right!? It has to be three!”
The zebra shakes his head and raises two fingers, “Two Ms. Dadal, match is still on.”
Danica takes on an exasperated look of despair before she closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath, distracting the ref with the swell of her bosom, and lets it out slowly. “Okay, Wotjek gets another meal.”
Daddy Dadal walks over to Hackenschmidt’ who’s rolled onto her back, not enough energy even to sit up. “Get on up, Vic” she reaches for The Knight’s collar,” I’m going to end this now.”
One of Victoria’s earliest lessons she taught to Danica was never to treat an opponent as beaten until the bell had rung, in her time separated from the Towering Teuton she may have forgotten. Victoria snatches Danica’s wrist and pulls her in as she lifts and crosses her long legs into a four shape, forcing her student’s neck against her shin, the base of the number. Victoria quickly laces her fingers behind Danica’s head and pulls her in harder, grinning with effort and elation at her sister LAWDog’s choking and astonished expression.
“Your bear has fallen into a trap.”
GOGOPLATA
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Time slows down in the Gogoplata. Desperation making each tick of the clock stretch into eons; Once the move’s secure, a wrestler has a scant amount of time to escape, or wake up in the middle of the ring wiping drool, and hopefully no other fluids from your face before taking the loser’s trek up the ramp. Her face going from pink to red, to purple in rapid succession, Danica moves in an oxymoronic fashion. Erratically kicking and flopping to the nearest set ropes but only gaining an inch for a flurry of moves. Dadal thanks every god she thinks of for their position in the ring; they had absentmindedly travelled within the orbit of a corner, just as darkness starts to eat at the edges of her vision, Danica gets a toe of a boot on the bottom strand. The clap of the official’s hands is like a church’s bell signalling salvation.
“Break!”
Shockingly, Victoria does. She disengages and rolls away leaving Danica to hack and cough in peace, her skin’s glow fading to less frightening tones as oxygen floods into her starved lungs. She’s never that move before now, but Danica is certain she never wants to feel it again. She rolls face up, still keeping a boot on the rope as a tether to safety as she catches her breath. The bright light of the FAWN arena makes Danica squint and blink, just as a large shadow passes over her, when her eyes open all the ex-Squire sees are the bright lights.
“OOUFF!”
In another highlight moment in a match full of them, Victoria bounds over Dadal’s body and runs up the buckles. The nearly 6 feet, 152lbs of Knight balances on the top ropes with arms outspread for a hot second, letting the moment sink in before Victoria flips backward in a perfect arch and falls across Danica’s stomach like a fallen redwood.
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Even her diehard haters give the IC champ props for that spectacle of a move! Very few Destroyers take to the high ground and fewer get as fancy as Victoria when they do. Immediately after the crushing impact, Victoria gets up with a hungry speed and hauls Dadal up and into a standing Headscissors. She leans down and presses her stomach to Dadal’s back as she loops her arms around the Lightweight’s waist.
“I’m sorry too.”
The Valiant One flips a ragdoll-Esque Danica up and over her body, strapping her on like a backpack with a Gory Special. Freeing one arm to draw it across Danica’s neck and palm the back of her head, Victoria bends at the waist, then hurls herself backward. Danica Dadal’s head hits the covered plywood of the ring floor with their bodyweight, years of friendship, and unresolved issues combined, it’s a miracle she isn’t driven through the mat!
FAFNIR’S FANG
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Danica sloughs onto her back, but it is completely by the reverberations of the mat, she’s out like a light and in dreamland. Too tired for a proper cover, Victoria crawls over and lies down beside her, resting an arm across Dadal’s gently jostling hills. The two look like spent lovers after a long night of passion than the war they just fought.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DINGDINGDING!!!
“Your winner…. And STILL Intercontinental Champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt!!”
No mixed reaction this time. The FAWNatics give the champion her due, Victoria fought hard and kept the gold around her waist and they applaud her for it! Down on the mat, Victoria is silently weeping, relief and happiness over taking her for winning on the biggest show of the year, keeping her title and vanquishing some personal demons all in the same moment. The official has to help the extremely sore Knight to her feet before he can hand her the IC title, thrown triumphantly over a shoulder as she gets her hand raised to a standing ovation. Stifling a sniffle, Victoria turns her head to speak to Danica, but the Pitbull’s still lying on the canvas, napping the loss away.
“Ahh… well… I’d rather we speak in private anyway.”
Victoria exits the ring and walks down the steel steps looking like a breeze might push her over, but feeling better than she has in a LONG time. At the top of the ramp, she raises the belt one last time and soaks up the loving cheers.
“Danke! Ich bin ein Gewinner! Forever and always!”