Post by hawkeye on Aug 6, 2023 18:25:51 GMT
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The FAWNatics were ready for another exciting match in FAWN. The theme for the resident superhero of FAWN Maiden America was blazing. While not having the best of luck that hasn’t deterred the hero as she came out with red white and blue Pyro going off.
Announcer: the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
FAWNatics: ONE FALL!!!
Announcer: Introducing first from the good old U.S. of A! She stands at 5 '5 and weighs 120 lbs of American muscle, she is the defender of freedom in FAWN, MAIIIDDDEEEENNNNN AMERICAAAAAAAAA!!!
Clad in her white bikini top with gold trim and her blue bottoms with golden tassels and blue domino mask since before she had American-themed face paint but the look didn’t scream heroic it felt more like she was a member of the annual Purge. So she swapped to the domino mask and the look stuck. She high-fives as many FAWNatics as she can as she makes her way to the ring. As stated before her win-loss record leaves a lot to be desired but recently a newcomer named Elizabeth Thorn approached her and wanted to form some sort of partnership. The Maiden was skeptical at first since Vampires vary between good and evil but Lizzie assured she was a nice vampire. She trained with the Guardian of Freedom and with some new moves, and an ally in case a heel decides to crash the match to make an example out of her, well she got a boost to her already impressive confidence. After all, the true measure of a hero isn’t how hard you can hit, it’s how hard you get hit and stand back up.
As Maiden America backs into a corner and submits to a pat down by the referee, an unseen battery of cannons fire booming shots, startling most people in the building. The FAWNtron becomes a swirling tunnel of blue energy. The tunnel opens and expands to a black screen, soon disrupted by a brilliant shaft of white light. It dissipates and in its wake, the words FALLOUT SUNRISE shines in gold Spectral font. The nostalgic and adrenaline-pumping instrumental cut of the Thundercats theme blasts through the speakers!
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Exploding from the curtains is a veritable comet of glaring colours. Racing from one end of the stage to the other while pumping her fists is a powerfully built woman of a mocha complexion; Her long, dark, wavy hair had random streaks of colour that caught the light as it trailed after her. A stark white handprint gripped the woman’s beautiful features with the thumb going above her right eye and past the brow, her Electric Cyan lipstick glaring among the paleness of the palm. A light, neon pink sports bra covered her ample bosom with neon carrot laces crisscrossing the front, her cleavage puffing past the restricting fabric. Giving no mind to fashion or style, Fallout Sunrise wears fluorescent green bottoms and electric red boots. The announcer reads her information to the audience with a hint of incredulity.
“Standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 143 pounds, here by way of a temporal vortex... a Cosmic Warrior from the end of time! The nurturer of hope and light and a bane to grey despair... Fallout Sunrise!!”
With a manic look of absolute intensity, Fallout launches into a dead sprint down the ramp, tassels every colour of the rainbow dangle from her shoulders to pink elbows pads and trails in the wind as she runs. Forgoing every offered hand, the ‘Cosmic Warrior’ runs a full lap around the ring before sliding in. Springing to her feet she takes the nearest top rope in her electric yellow, fingerless gloved hands and starts shaking it, shaking it, shaking it! Fallout’s gritting her teeth with all the energy she’s putting into that cable. It’s about to fly off its hinges. She halts her strange ritual to climb onto the second buckle of the nearest corner and beat her chest while ROARING into the abyss. The crowd is always confused and delighted by this hyperbolic woman.
“RRaaaagh!!!”
KER-ASSH!!
Fallout Sunrise vaults herself over the top rope onto the apron and dashes across the narrow ledge, she throws herself onto the Thai commentator’s table with a giant leap, shattering it to pieces! The crowd screams, “OOHHHH!!” Momentarily still, Fallout surges up as if she didn’t just self-propel through furniture and audio equipment, and throws her arms back to roar at the FAWNatics in attendance, which roar back twice as loud in delight!
All the masks in the world couldn’t hide how admittedly intimated Maiden America is from what she just saw. Sunrise’d make the Ultimate Warrior smile from heaven right now by her entrance and mannerisms alone. But she can’t back down not now! She’s got a new ally to impress and a chance to get back in the win column! She’s gotta take it and find a way to overcome these odds. America’s a hero and they almost never have the odds in their favor, so she shouldn’t expect an easy match from the get-go. But she also didn’t feel like Fallout was gunning for her immediately as her opponent slid into the ring and glared at her. Maiden America wasn’t gonna back off though, she would fight and win! She took off her cape as her opponent was warming up as well.
The referee nervously searches Fallout for foreign objects. The brilliant behemoth made no threatening move toward the official but even at a ‘resting’ state is a core of barely restrained energy. Chest distractingly heaving, Fallout keeps her eyes locked on her similarly hued opponent across the ring as the ref finishes his search and motions for the starting bell.
DINGDING!!
M.A. and F.S. walk out of their corners with dualling strides, meeting at center ring for a staredown of marvellous proportions. Maiden tenses to counter whatever Fallout’s about to throw out when The Destroyer extends a hand, “It is an honor to share the ring with a sister of Justice. Our battle will be legendary, an event that will ripple across time and space!”
Maiden’s no stranger to grandiose rhetoric but Sunrise’s speech patterns has the even the defender blanking. But under all that talk of space Maiden sees the show of respect being offered, she takes Sunrise’s hand and gives it a firm shake, “I’m sure it will. I’ll give you everything I have and I expect the same from you.”
Fallout gives a smile that seems too big for her beautiful face, “I will use every weapon I have to destroy you. Good luck!”
Maiden raises an eyebrow and just shakes her head in agreement, “Okay.”
The competitors get some distance and start circling each other, Fallout starts a steady clap the audience soon picks up.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Maiden shows no fear and throws herself into an Elbow And Collar with Sunrise, throwing all her weight and strength against her larger foe. The blazing blonde strains against what feels like a wall of muscle, flexing her glutes for an appreciative audience. All the muscles in the battlin’ blonde’s body flex trying to bully Fallout into a corner but only manages to back up the Warrior a few steps. Maiden America growls with effort as she tries to make Fallout cede ground but it’s pushing a concrete barrier that smells of lilac and sandalwood. Fallout growls as well but it’s more an affirmation than a challenge, ”Impressive!” She takes in a deep breath and shoves Maiden out of the grapple into a wayward tumble. After one bounce, Maiden back rolls onto a knee and rises back into the fight, or attempts to. As soon as she’s vertical all the superhero sees the bottom of Fallout’s boots. The words ‘Magnifica Mulier’ are written across the treads in white and they rock the blonde in the face with a Running Dropkick!
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Both the crowd and Maiden America are shocked that a woman Fallout’s size isn’t sticking to a pure power game, but given how the superhero is blasted to the edge of the ring, they can’t fault the impulse. Fallout curls in her biceps and flexes her back muscles to whistles from the crowd, “Stardust and classic rock run through my veins!”
Well, Maiden has her strength and so does Fallout. She just proved that big wrestlers can in fact be swift and if that’s the case who’s to say her grappling game isn’t anything to sneer at either? Normally the plan against people bigger and stronger than you is to run circles around them but the dropkick rendered that plan moot. Was that gonna deter Maiden America? Hell no! She’d run off the ropes looking for a hard clothesline to Fallout, while it rocked her it didn’t knock her down so Maiden did it again and got the same result. She’d go for a third but once again Maiden’s face met with one of Fallout’s boots as she’s countered with a Big Boot to her masked face. Fallout rubs her chest as the clotheslines did find their mark. As Maiden America got back up Fallout wanted to see what she was exactly up against, so she decided to offer her fellow heroine a test of strength, the question is will Maiden accept?
Of course, she will! These colors don’t run. Maiden slaps her hand against Fallout’s and interlocks their fingers followed instantly by their free hands. M.A. envisions John Henry forcing the steam engine to heel and trying to embody American folklore amazingly yields results. Slowly Maiden backs Fallout one step, two steps, three steps, and then the pilgrimage halts with no warning. Try as Maiden might, she can’t make Sunrise retreat, the delighted Destroyer is beaming with neon colors against Maiden’s stalwart determination, “Very nice!” she begins to turn the superhero’s wrists back with disturbing ease and terrifying slowness, “A nation’s spirit envelope’s your body like armour!”
“Thank you,” Maiden grunts politely. That hippie talk might just be a way to distract and unbalance her, so Maiden America will take Fallout’s mannerisms in stride and focus on getting that much-needed dub. And the way she plans to do it is to drop back into a seat on the mat, doubling Fallout over with their arms connected. Maiden swings up her legs and brings them down on Sunrise’s forearms, flipping the big girl in a surprise somersault that ends with her shoulders down.
ONE!
TWO!!
Fallout burst free of the Lucha-style pin and rushes to her feet with America matching her pace, Fallout whips out an arm to back the blonde off with a Clothesline but America ducks the limb as she slips behind The Warrior and goes back-to-back. Hooking her arms around Fallout’s, Maiden sinks to her knees and stacks her bigger foe on her shoulder with a Backslide pin!
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ONE!
TWO!!
Fallout shoots into a messy handstand and drops to all fours, directly ahead of M.A. who’s on hands and knees herself. The two stare at each other like cats on the edge of a scratchfest for a tense three seconds…. Then Fallout begins to slowly applaud and laugh boisterously.
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Wondrous! I see your skills are as sharp as the blade that cut Pangea into separate lands.”
Well on one hand M.A. is glad her opponent is a big ball of fun who’s enjoying the scuffle, on the other hand, she’s realizing the advantages of being smaller might not be as big an advantage as she originally thought. Trying to use her quickness does work but Fallout has shown she can be fast too if she wanted to. M.A. would decide to try and show her her strikes are no joke by giving some fast palm strikes to the chest of Fallout and they hit their mark making the bigger hero grunt and stagger to the ropes. M.A. then whips her across the ropes looking for a hard dropkick that might floor her. It hits Fallout but it only staggers her. M.A. then got an idea as Fallout shakes off the cobwebs she noticed her opponent wasn’t there and looked around, she’d find out where she was when M.A. jumps on her back for a backpack sleeper trying to choke the life out of Fallout.
“Even superheroes need to sleep,” Maiden America hisses with effort as she puts her all into cutting off the multicoloured monster’s air. Fallout stumbles around the ring twisting back and forth trying to dislodge the superpowered supermodel from her back. America crosses her ankles and adds on a tight scissors around Fallout’s waist to secure her Sleeper and drain the fight out of The Warrior even faster. Sunrise’s face starts to take on as many hues as her gear and her tongue begins to peek through her kissable lips, she’s stumbling, and staggering and her movements are growing sluggish. Maiden America might be able to take this with a knockout!
Fallout starts to teeter to the left, looking like she may collapse at any moment. The official goes to lift Fallout’s hand to check for consciousness when the Destroyer stumbles in the direction she’s falling and corrects into a full run, ramming them into the corner and smearing America against the buckles. The Sleeper pops open and Fallout’s big bosom expands as she takes in deep, ragged breaths. The larger woman is almost reclining against a stunned Maiden as she gets her bearings; Fallout lumbers out of the corner rubbing her throat, allowing a forgotten M.A. to breathe freely. Sunrise chokes and gags as her airways right themselves, “Hack! Cough! Ugh… You are strong, but I have gripped the tails of comets to travel through the great void!” She turns to her face her star-spangled rival and sees Maiden America mid-air! The battling blonde has climbed the buckles and leapt toward Sunrise with a Diving Crossbody; their sweat-moist bodies collide with a loud smeck! and Sunrise is bowled over, almost in a matchbook. America uses her opponent’s breasts to cushion her landing and grabs one of Fallout’s splayed legs to pull it in for a cover.
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ONE!
TWO!!
Fallout twists hard onto her side getting a shoulder up, it’ll take a lot more than that to take down the Cosmic Warrior.
M.A took a deep breath and put her hands on her hips as she didn’t know what to do to keep Fallout down. Both were heroes who never say die. As M.A. tried to keep on her by punching Fallout in her face but the Cosmic Warrior shoves M.A. away with a lot of her strength. M.A. grunts as she was shoved as Fallout got up to her feet as did M.A. Fallout then wasted no time and ran at M.A. managing to nail a clothesline that flattened the American hero. Fallout looms over the smaller hero.
“I do apologize for the beating to the head. Here, let me give you some cushions, they are a gift from the princess of dreams.”
She said as she flips M.A. to her back before locking the blonde in a headscissors trying to send her off to dreamland. As she did Fallout calmly strokes the golden locks of M.A. trying to comfort her.
“Hush now my fellow hero, you fought well. Now it’s time to relax.” She said in a hushed tone. Relaxing is not how America would describe the situation; the immense pressure from Fallout’s sculpted stems is quickly turning the Maiden of Might’s tanned skin to a worrying pink with tinges of purple. Losing is something you have to get accustomed to in this business, but passing out a head is rookie stuff and America won’t stand for that. Lifting her legs up and spreading them wide, M.A. seesaws them in a circular motion till she builds enough momentum to flip them facedown on the mat. Fallout doesn’t mind the new developments, she just grins like a lion spotting a gazelle and props up on her elbows then flexes her glorious glutes and gams into wonderful definition. America help but emit a girlish whine from between the ever-crushing thighs of Cosmic Warrior and grows hyper-aware of the pulse in her head as the darkness draws near. Maiden America gets her knees under her raising her shapely ass to the delight of the first-row fans. Maiden hops her feet to the left, then to the right, then to the left again, and back to the middle. Having wriggled just enough room, Maiden pushes on the back of Sunrise’s calves and wrenches her head free with a loud and ragged gasp.
“Huaaggh!”
Feeling the absence of a struggling woman between her legs, Sunrise quickly clambers to stand with the woozy blonde superhero behind her that somehow matches Fallout’s speed. The moment Fallout turns around a Knife-Edge Chop smacks against her full frontage and stuns the brilliant behemoth. Maiden unloads three more Chops onto Fallout’s tits out of survival instinct, needing to stall the Warrior till she can muster better offence. On the fourth chop, Sunrise raises her forearms to block the blow and grabs Maiden’s arm before she can retreat, then Irish Whips the blonde to- No! America goes rigid and reverses the Whip, sending the larger woman into the ropes instead. Fallout rebounds off the cables and puts on a burst of speed for a Body Block “Boohh!” Maiden leans out of the way and lets her opponent gut herself on a raised knee. Hooking an arm under Sunrise’s, Maiden raises a leg and places it over Fallout’s neck. She hops into the air and drops the Warrior's face against the sheathed plywood of the ring floor with the strength of a kicking horse behind it!
ROCKER DROPPER
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America quickly turns Sunrise over with the captured arm and presses it against the mat in a keylock as she traps the Destroyer’s other arm between her legs while spreading her weight over Sunrise’s chest. She grits her teeth hoping to keep Fallout throughout the ref’s count!
ONE!
TWO!
TH- Fallout sits up like a sprung trap! Maiden’s bucked off the strange soldier and sent rolling across the mat.
Maiden got back up wondering what she’d have to do to get Fallout down and keep her down. As Fallout tried to get back up Maiden would rush at her for a Punt Kick right to the face. It landed and Fallout was in pain holding her face and kicking the mat. Maiden picks up the cosmic warrior and unloaded strike after strike on her fellow hero. She was looking to disorient her with multiple strikes to the head. But when she went for one hard kick to the side of her head the leg was caught and Fallout manages to lift M.A up for a devastating powerbomb!
“The hour of the apocalypse is at hand,” Fallout speaks into Maiden America’s crotch while she walks deeper into the ring with the worrying Maiden of Might in the stall position, “But annihilation is merely a phase, and you will come out stronger past it.” Fallout finds a spot to her liking and halts her parade toward her victory. She lifts America even higher by the hips, and America squirrels out of her grip! She rolls down Fallout’s back to a seat behind the Brillant Behemoth and reaches back to pull down Fallout by the legs into a surprise pin. Sunrise goes into a low crouch, fortifying her base and keeping herself upright; she palms the sides of Maiden’s head and hauls the blond through her legs and back to standing, “I respect your perseverance!” She whips Maiden’s head toward’s hers and makes her see stars and stripes with a Glasgow Kiss. The superhero displays admirable fortitude by staying on her feet, unsteady as they are, and throwing a weak Chop in defence. Fallout easily catches her by the wrist and uses the limb to buggywhip America into the nearest corner. She’s too disoriented and moving too fast to turn so Maiden takes the bump on her dirigibles, she’s moaning to the crowd and her hair is matted to her face with sweat, but the superhero’s staying upright with the assist of the buckles.
Fallout looks to end the match, she loos to make it by a big powerbomb off the top rope as she accents to meet Maiden America and get her in a powerbomb position. All seems lost for the American heroine as Fallout lifts her up, but right as Fallout went to execute the move….ROCKET’S RED GLARE!!!!!! From out of nowhere M.A. countered the powerbomb with her finisher Rocket’s Red Glare!!! She flips Fallout from the top rope into a pin!
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1…..
2…..
3!!!!!
In seconds M.A. snatched victory right from the jaws of defeat! Maiden shoots off of Sunrise the moment the bell chimes so excited is she for her first PPV win in a long time. The patriotic citizens of the USA are applauding their hearts out for their superhero, Maiden America earned this Dub and the FAWNatics makes sure she knows it. There’s a tear in the veteran’s eye, she wipes it away with a sore fist and smiles like she just won her first match. As she’s getting her hand raised America sees Sunrise groggily sit up and shake her head clear, she walks over to the rainbow ravager and offers a helping hand.
“If you’re ever in trouble or need a good partner to spar with, I’ve got your back.”
Fallout blinks like her mind’s still mid-update, then grins and takes the olive branch. Once she’s pulled up Fallout takes Maiden in a big hug that’s surprisingly strong for someone who just lost a fight, “The same to you, Woman of Nation. Next time we cross paths, it will be a war that will quake heaven and earth.”
Maiden looks at her blankly for a moment before giving a warm smirk and nodding, “Yes, yes it will.”