Post by SammieSinclair on Nov 9, 2014 16:24:30 GMT
TRISHA BELLE:
The steam in the lodge was thick. Someone had been keeping the coals hot for some time now, and Trisha had decided to take some time for a relaxing sauna before the match, waiting for her hand-picked victims from the Jungle ranks to show up. The Minnesotan was a regular visitor to similar saunas, which helped her loosen up muscle tension before and after FAWN events, but in the back of her head she was glad she picked a couple of newbie's for this event, a real match against one of FAWN's better girls could turn into a lesson in heat exhaustion very quickly in a place like this.
SELIA BRACH:
MAKKI CORTINA:
ROSA CORTINA:
Outside the lodge, three figures approaches: a pale, stocky blonde woman in a black sports bra, shorts, and boots, trailed by a two Native American women, one in her late thirties and the other not even twenty. The younger Native America woman wore a tight baby blue two piece that hid almost nothing. She was petite and bouncy, full of life. The older woman was stockier, but not as muscled as the blonde, in a peacock blue one piece that barely held her chest back.
The blonde was Selia Brach, a weightlifter and, as of the past summer, newbie wrestler. She kept to herself, her shyness dripping from her like rain from a storm. The two other women were a mother and daughter tagteam signed so recently to the Jungle, their contracts still had wet ink. The daughter, Makki Cortina, was a high flyer. Her mother, Rosa, had been wrestling for over a decade and was quite a grappler, but she was here in a manager position. At 5'5", Rosa was the tallest of the three. Selia weighed was five-foot-two and 114 pounds. Makki stood barely at five foot and 106 pounds, practically a featherweight.
"First real FAWN match and it's a sweatlodge!" Makki chimed happily. "A chance to shine."
Her mother nodded. "You two must have impressed someone high up for this," Rosa replied as they reached the door. "Shown them your true talent."
Almost a whisper, Selia spoke up. "We're supposed to lose." The two other women looked at her. "I… I heard the Jungle head talking. Strings were pulled. We were chosen because we're so much smaller than Trisha Belle. She… she wants an easy match that looks impressive. Two tiny women. She thinks we'll--" Selia blushed and grew quiet. It was more than she was used to speaking.
Makki stood, horrified at the idea, but Rosa placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's common," Rosa told her daughter. "But it's also a chance to show them - and that woman - they're wrong about you." She placed a hand on Selia's shoulder, who seemed to shrink from it. "A chance for you BOTH to prove everyone wrong." Rosa opened the door and steam rolled out. "Get in there and take down the giant." She smiled as both women entered, holding back her nervousness."
Trisha is all smiles when the two girls enter, arms open in a welcoming gesture. A far cry from her usual cold demeanor, but she's banking on the new girls being unfamiliar with her reputation. "Come on in. Its nice and hot." She rises, still putting on the act, she walks up and goes for a friendly hug, embracing the two smaller Jungle girls with her slick body that is already beading with sweat.
Belle lifted the two women, tightening the hug slightly. They were even lighter than she'd expected. This would be even better than she dreamed. She tightened the hug some more without making it seem threatening. Makki was skin and bone and baby fat - an adorable little thing. The idea of making her beg and cry almost overtook Trisha. Selia… was all muscle. Belle was surprised. She looked pudgy but she was a traditional weightlifter. Not the sort who was sculpted muscle but someone who was thick and solid.
But she was still tiny. Belle smirked. This was going to be fun.
"Won't you come in side," Belle barely heard Selia whisper, "said the spider to the flies."
She put them down and stared into Selia's icy blue eyes. Smarter than she looked. That almost made it better, Belle thought - she knows she's doomed. The two tiny women went to their "corner" and stretched.
As they stretched Makki sighed in relief as they chatted during the warmup, "Wow. The way you and Mom put it I thought we were in trouble, but Trisha seems like a great girl. This will just be a good clean match with a chance we'll get noticed by the big leagues."
Selia shook her head, "I wouldn't be so sure."
Makki just scoffed at her partner's reluctance, "Oh come on, she seems nice! What's there to worry about, its our first match with FAWN. I mean sure, we're scheduled to lose, we put on a good show, we look good, she looks good, it all works out. I'll show you she's nicer than whatever you heard." With that, the Jungle girls finish their stretches and step toward the center of the sweat lodge, stepping toward the prepared Trisha to square off. Makki puts a hand forward for a handshake, "Lets have a great match." she says with confidence. Trisha's smile fades almost completely, she's about to get down to business. Suddenly, to all three girls' surprise a hidden speaker somewhere in the lodge rings out with the sound of the starting bell.
Selia and Makki flinch, both taken by surprise by the unexpected noise, Trisha blinks, her eyes genuinely curious, "Huh, I didn't know that would happen." but with little more hesitation turns back to Makki, "Lets get started, shall we?" ignoring the still outstretched hand of the native girl, Trisha throws up a knee into the tiny teen's belly, doubling Makki over with a loud "OOOMFF!" and without losing a beat Belle latches an arm around the naive native's neck in a headlock, then falling back, she drive's Makki's skull into the dirt floor with a hard impact that stiffens the younger Cortina's body immediately on impact, but as she rolls back, falling into a loose spread eagle, Makki lets out a moan that announces she's still conscious.
Trisha had no chance to admire or work Makki over. Out of the corner of her eye, a blonde blur set to work. Selia, dropping to splits, punched the front of Trisha's kneecap and then the back of her knee. The larger grappler shouted in pain as her leg buckled - that tiny bytch hit hard! Trisha had taken a lot of good wallops in her time and she usually judged how hard someone could hit with decent accuracy. Rue Ann was deceptively strong and had surprised her once or twice in training - and mauling targets - but Selia slugged out of her weight class.
And she was quick. Brach bounced up and rolled behind Belle, grabbing both of Trisha's arms, wrenching them back, and stomping between the crouched women's shoulder blades. While Selia went to work, Makki rose to her feet and sides up Belle's breasts and what kicks they desperately needed.
This wasn't quite the match Trisha Belle had hoped for.
The Minnesotan knew that she couldn't let these small fries overwhelm her so soon. To the surprise of everyone but Trisha, Belle begins to rise, even with Selia perched on her back, restraining her arms. Refocusing her efforts, Belle throws her leg up between a shocked Makki's legs, a harsh smack of the big girl's shin lands firmly in the native's crotch, sinking Cortina to her knees. With a bit more effort and struggle, Trisha pulls at Celia's firmly held position perched on her back, but the pint-sized weightlifter's grip is solid. Deciding on a different tactic, Belle steps back, hoping to line up Selia's skull with one of the benches positioned around the sweat lodge. Falling back to the floor, she hears a harsh THWACK and Brach's hold drops as the little blonde lets out a loud
"AH F*CK!" With that, Trisha turns to find the body builder's back uncomfortably arched over the nearest bench as Brach struggles to get up, but the position makes it difficult. "Here, let me help you with that." Trisha's mockingly sweet demeanor returning ironically as she scoops the smaller girl up, draping Selia over her shoulders into a nasty Torture rack.
Selia groaned as her tiny frame was stretched out over Trisha's shoulders. She struggled, though - it struck Belle how much vigor and fight this pixie had in her, despite her shyness - but Trisha was simply too big and strong.
"Give up," Trisha demanded. "It'll go easier on you. You can even watch me break your partner." Trisha smirks and she bent Selia's body backwards. "You might like it. You look like the sort to enjoy that. Would it make you happy, pixie? Belle snorted. "Is it your thing?"
Selia didn't reply, just merely stuck a shaking hand next to Belle's eyes and raked and jabbed. Normally, Selia was above this, but nothing was barred and she knew she had to survive. Belle yelped with shock and pulled her hands to her eyes, releasing Brach and letting her roll off her shoulders. But, best yet, giving Makki a chance to aim a missile dropkick at the momentarily blinded bully.
Trisha very literally doesn't see Makki coming, the pint-sized native slamming boots into Belle's chest. The Minnesota Mountain tumbles back. Unfortunate for the less aware Selia, who is still on her back behind the bigger girl. Belle's body falls onto the pint-sized powerhouse driving the air from Brach's lungs with a loud "GUH!"
Makki reacts with concern, "Oh, s--t! I'm sorry!" she says as she closes in, checking to see if Selia is okay. This, it turns out was a bad idea. Trisha swings a boot between the Native beauty's legs, connecting with her crotch. As Makki sinks to her knees Belle follows up with another kick, this one aimed at the smaller girl's abs. Then Trisha scrambles around gasping girl, rushing to lock her into a sleeper that would take Makki out of commission early.
The Minnesotan's bicep locks under Makki's jaw and her other mitt clamps in place. Belle tightens her vice with enough force to hurt a woman much larger than the tiny wrestler. Trisha hadn't really pounded someone as tiny as Makki in a while and there was something thrilling about an opponent she could completely womanhandle. She smiled at the thought of Makki's crumpled form at her feet, begging in her obnoxious, tiny voice for a mercy that would not--
THWAK!
Trisha blinked. Was that a foot?
There were many things Trisha had expected from this fight - most of them centered on her opponents snivelling at her feet - but Makki being limber enough to high-kick her in the face during a sleeperholder wasn't one of them. While lost in daydream, Makki had managed to push herself up to her feet and, thanks to a history of cheerleading, gymnastics and lots of training, smacked her captor in the nose. THWAK! Another kick soared in hard. Trisha was actually taken aback by the force of Makki's kick. She was also enraged.
Clutching Makki by the back of the head still, Trisha released the arm under the diminutive fighter's jaw, palmed her head, lifted her, and slammed her face-first. Makki shuddered. Belle raged as she rolled Makki on her back, grabbed hold of both her breasts, and began twisting them like they were combination locks.
"Here I was going to be nice, putting you down for a nice long nap and you had to ruin it. Now I'm going to be anything but nice, you stupid little girl." Trisha taunts, twisting and ripping into Makki's breasts for a moment before throwing her head down into the newbie's, connecting a hard headbutt between Makki's eyes, followed by a second and third.
The first headbutt connects just below Makki's left eye. The second, because she simply refuses to be a polite guest and take the beating, catches her jaw as she squirms and rolls around. The third one is a glancing blow, which is about when Belle starts to really, <i>REALLY</i> begins to lose her temper. The Minnesotan Menace pulls Makki to her feet and belts her in the belly harder than she has possibly ever punched anyone. The crack of her fist against Cortina's stomach is sickening. Makki shrieks out like a wounded bunny, folding into Trisha's waiting arms. Belle clamps a bearhug on her and lifts the tiny woman well off her feet.
She holds Makki up face-to-face, Makki's tiny rack to her impressive endowments, and presses the life from her. "This is what a REAL woman feels like, little girl," Belle chortles. "Maybe when I'm done with you two, I'll put on a show for your mommy. A puppet show, 'cuz I'm gonna shove my fist so far up your--"
Another sickening crack, but this time behind Trisha as Selia sucker punches the Midwest Amazon right in the kidneys. Belle's eyes bulge as Makki slips hastily from the bearhug and races across the sweatlodge. Another punch between the shoulder blades and Trisha stumbles forward, releasing an agonized wheeze. But Trisha is far from done and spins, swinging and swiping at Brach, who nimbly dodges and weaves while looking past Trisha. Suddenly, the little blonde drops to all fours, her side facing Trisha. Belle seems confused but hauls back to kick Selia in the gut, not realizing she's been set-up for a school-girl shove, with Makki aiming a second missile dropkick right at her back.
Makki's boots land solidly, but the Minnesota Mountain lives up to that name, remaining firmly planted on her feet surprising both of her opponents. The kick only gets Belle to stumble slightly forward. In response she smiles evilly down on Selia who is in a very bad position with this new turn. Trisha throws a hard kick to the pint-sized powerhouse's ribs, then another. Then she turns back toward Makki. "Now where were we?" the Minneapolis native chuckles as she snatches a fistful of the Native girl's jet black hair.
Makki screeches as Trisha lifts her off her feet by her mane. Belle bytchslaps the Native American - less to hurt her and more to remind her who is stronger and in control - and finds herself giggling as she watches Makki twirl. She catches herself, realizing she almost sounded like Rue Ann. With that, she releases Cortina's hair only to grab her by the throat, lift her up for what looks like a choke slam, and drops her over her knee. Makki's sleek, slender body, covered in sweat, stretches and bends under Trisha's hands which, out of cruel habit, seek out her breasts and crotch for mauling.
"This match will end," Belle growls, "with both of you naked and bloody. If you think what I've done to Berge is--" But once more, Trisha doesn't get to complete her threat. The punch to the base of her neck makes Trisha's vision black out for a few seconds. When it returns, she finds herself lifted off the ground - <i>lifted</i> by the tiny weightlifter - on Selia's shoulders like a little girl on her daddy's shoulders while at the circus.
<i>There are two of them</i>, Trisha hisses at herself. Her tendency - maybe even a need - to seek out the smallest and torture was blinding her to that. There was no time to ponder her tunnel vision, though. She begins throwing punches down on Selia's skull, but Brach is tougher than Makki and weathers the beating. <i>Go down!</i> Belle screams in her brain and, too her shock, Selia does…
… as she falls backwards intentionally, aiming Trisha'a back at the thick oak bench.
Trisha, even dazed is quick to find a way out of anything, this seems to be a long shot, but she goes for it. As Selia releases the Minnesota Mountain from the impressive press position, Belle catches the puny powerhouse on the way down, wrapping an arm around Selia's skull faster than the little girl can react. The momentum of gravity and Trisha's own weight drags Selia off her feet and the two tumble to the floor. Trisha rolls to the dominant position and starts raining down fists and forearms down on the blonde bodybuilder's surprised face.
Punching Selia isn't the same as wailing on Makki - less give, and she takes the hits easier. It's frustrating,. Selia slips her sweat-drenches arms from under Trisha and begins fending blows while driving her own. The imp and punch and punch hard. It doesn't help that the sweat lodge is beginning to affect her. She's been in here longer than her opponents.
Selia begins rapid-fire slamming punches into Trisha's thighs. Belle howls and immediately slides her body down in an attempt to pin Selia to the floor. As her breasts rest on Brach's, she feels… something but she can't quite… poking? Like two welts rising? Selia's eyes suddenly betray panic and embarrassment as she slips her knees up under Trisha's torso and pushes her away. Belle scrambles to maintain the pin and, looking down, notices the slight rising of nipples in Selia's sports bra.
Before Trisha can say anything, Makki's foot collides with her jaw from behind. The teen isn't holding anything back and Belle is knocked to her side. The high flyer's got strong kicks. In a few years…
Selia clamps a scissorhold around Belle's throat and immediately begins twisting the larger brunette's head from side to side. It's finally Trisha's turn to cry out as a thicky, meaty vice crushes her neck, She rakes her nails on Selia's legs and tries to pry them off, but no luck. The, somehow, Makki joins in on the fun and manages to squeeze her tiny legs under Selia's and abbot Trisha's shoulders. The problem with aerial fighters? They also have amazingly strong thighs.
All Trisha can vocalize is coughing. She reaches for Makki's legs this time but Brach grabs her hands and bends her fingers backwards. Trisha's face is beginning to turn purple now and her breathing becomes laboured. The heat, the squeezing, the lack of air. Trisha Belle realizes she is in considerable danger, more than she's been in for a good long while… in a match she requested against two lightweight rookies from a feeder league.
Selia and Macchi tighter their holds.
Trisha knows that she doesn't have much time to turn this around again, so the Minnesotan has to put her all into the next few moments if she has any hope left in this match. Belle is more than willing to put in the effort, though, so to both Makki and Selia's surprise, the Minnesota Mountain sits up, despite only being able to inhale harshly through clenched teeth, her cheeks flushing to a deep purple.
Somehow, Trisha doesn't stop there. The bigger girl lifts her opponents from the floor, planting one foot and then the other firmly as she slowly but surely begins to rise to one knee then, after another moment, to her feet. Makki is the first to voice her disbelief, "What the F#CK!? What is this bytch made of?!" Almost as a response, Belle leans back, forcing a slight smile on her face before she finally hops back, laying out as she throws herself back, aiming to slam her opponent's into the few benches behind them.
Selia collides with a bench and rolls aside, but Makki manages to release from Trisha, catch herself in a handstand, and flip over. She spins a kick at Belle, but the larger vet catches the leg and yanks Makki into a heart punch. The hollow thud is delightful as is the perfect "o" her mouth forms. Belle grits her teeth - Macchi is dessert. Focus on the meal. She scoops the Native American up easily and holds her above her head in a gorilla press. Then, doing her best impression of Donkey Kong, Trisha hurls the lightweight across the sweat lodge, crashing her into a wall.
While Macchi crumples into moaning nothing, Belle bends over and catches her breath. It's… REALLY hot in here. And it's hard not to feel a little woozy and sluggish. As she's trying to shake it off, Selia launches at her and forearm smashes her across the face. Belle stumbles back. Five minutes ago, she'd have taken that easily. She needed to end these two before she ran out from the humidity. Belle backed up and circled with Selia. She offered a cruel smile. "So, someone likes it when pretty girls rests against them."
Brach flinches at this, the new girl never one comfortable with people exposing her hangups. Trisha takes advantage of this, locking up in a finger lock with Selia, using her weight to force the small but strong weight lifter back to the wall, pinning her between the wall and Belle's body. The two rubbing up close once more, Trisha plays to Selia's insecurities, "Just the way you want it, right? Up close and personal." the larger woman rubs her chest against Brach's, turning the new girl's cheeks bright red with an intense blush. Belle then throws a knee between Selia's legs to further her advantage.
Trisha clamps a headlock onto Selia and parades her around the sweat lodge, punching her in the crown on occasion. "Maybe I'll keep you when I'm done," she laughs. "I could use a pet." She rakes Selia's eyes for good measure as she asks, "You good at begging for table scraps?" She feels Brach writhe and the humiliation pours off her. The cruelty seems to revive Trisha. She pulls Brach from the headlock by her pixie cut.
"Aw, sweetie, don't feel bad. How could you not want all… this?" Belle stuffs Selia's face into her juggs, then slowly pushes her head down the length of her toned body. She can <i>feel</i> the rookie blushing from the lust. Then an idea takes root - something Trisha always wanted to try. She pulls Selia back to her feet and watches the little powerhouse struggle. "Tell you what," Belle begins, licking her teeth. "I've gotta put you down, but I'll give you a close up of my goods." She winks. "I'll even let you take my top off yourself. All you have to do?"
She turns Selia around and points at Makki's slowly stirring figure. "End her. Make her beg and I promise this match will be heaven for you." Trisha leans into Selia's ear and flicks her tongue against her earlobe. "You've got potential. I could make life fun for you."
Selia looks back at Trisha, doe-eyed. Then she belts Trisha across the jaw. Belle slams against the wall from the force and shakes it off. When she looks back at Selia, she sees the lust, the desire gone and replaced with anger. She'd resisted Trisha. And that made Trisha angrier. And that made her stronger.
Trisha's smile grows wider, "Oh, you want this to turn into a fist fight? Okay." With that the bigger girl throws a wild right haymaker that Selia ducks, but unknown to her Trisha expected the dodge and followed with her left fist swinging hard into a low blow that buckles Brach's legs slightly and leaves the poor blonde wide open, with Trisha all too willing to take the advantage, throwing fully clenched fists into devestating hooks swinging to Selia's cheeks and chin as she finally whittles the body builder down.
The heat has taken its told on Selia as well. The shy girl sluggishly tries to shake the hits off, sending a volley back at her attacker. Belle manages to avoid a few, but the hits that connect are solid and rattle her brain, but she's still well into the fight. As Selia slings another sloppy punch, Trisha snatches her wrist and yanks the petite pixie into a shorter clothesline. Brach drops, slamming her head on the pavement.
Belle looks back at Macchi. Still barely there, but then again, she did get hurled into a wall. Trisha reaches down and scoops Selia up, draping her over her shoulders in a torture rack. Selia groans as the Minnesotan toys with and stretches her. "You seem so shy, Selia. Maybe I should help you come out of your shell." She glances at Brach's face and grins like the devil. "Gotta show you there's no hard feelings."
With that, Trisha snatches at both pieces of Selia's outfit, one hand clawing at the crotch of her shorts and pulling the fabric, the other latching on between the bodybuilder's breasts and pulling the top away. Trisha manages this all while still keeping the shy girl locked in the painful wrack, the Minnesotan showing off her own strength with Brach tangled up in her forearms the entire time Trisha goes about this business.
Selia tries to fend the attacks off but her movements are slow and weakened. Belle can feel Brach's muscles relaxing. Stolen glances at Celia's face, though, show no weariness, no surrender. Just a deep-rooted hate the adorable pixie didn't seem capable of when she first entered. Trisha finally raises Celia off her shoulders and slams her into the hard ground. She doesn't roll over, just moans softly. Belle squats over her and returns to an old favourite - the camel clutch.
Trisha LEANS back in the clutch, finding Selia's breaking point and approaching as close as she can, the pixie bending back in sharp C shape that has Brach looking back behind herself, wide eyed and only seeing the upside down wall and benches in the sweat lodge from her inverted view. Selia screams in pure agony for the first time in the match, Trisha all but shivers with pleasure from the noise as tears slowly start to pool in Brach's eyes, the body builder slowly but surely approaching her emotional and mental capacity for pain tonight. Belle's only response is, "Beg! I want to hear you beg me to not do worse to you!" Trisha's genuine enjoyment of this a scary thing to witness, from Selia's point of view or any other.
Selia's lips quiver as she slowly speaks. "P… p….please, Trisha. Please…."
Belle leans in hungrily.
"Please," Selia whimpers, "I beg you… to… go f--k yourself!"
It take Trisha a second to realize what's just been said to her. Then it dons on her. Selia stares back, defiant, angry. The tears are involuntary pain. Yes, Trisha caused them, but they're the wrong kind of tears. She looks into Selia's cherubic face, unsure how to process it. Finally, Belle shrieks, grabs Selia by the hair, and slams her face into the floor over and over until Brach is unconscious. Belle looks down, angry, like she's been denied a victory. All she feels is a need to destroy the prone body.
WHAK! Trisha spills to the ground as Macchi catches her completely unaware, kicking her in the back of the knee. As Trisha stumbles up, Macchi spends the time not attacking her, as Trisha would do, but moving Selia out of the way. She turns towards Belle and assumes a fighting stance. Weary, run down, but ready.
Trisha, though angered by Selia's defiance up to the end, still finds her mind plotting on how to best take down Macchi, and it takes her only a second to decide how to take the sore and tired lucha girl unawares. Belle throws her sore leg toward the highflyer, sweeping so Macchi catches the boot, holding the Minneapolis girl's foot, thinking Trisha is off balance. Belle however, proves otherwise, swinging her free leg up in kick that catches Macchi in the cheek with the heel of Belle's boot.
The force of Belle's kick hurls Macchi to the wall with ease. In any other fight in a normal ring, Macchi might have moved out of the way or at least been more rested from her knock-down earlier, but the sweat drenches her face, hair and top and she flings to all fours. Belle sluggishly steps on Macchi's back and walks over her, flattening the dark beauty out. Trisha tries not to show how tired she's become but, in truth, Macchi doesn't care. She slowly pushes herself to all fours again. Trisha traps Macchi's head between her thighs, squeezes, and drops to her knees. Macchi's face bounces off the floor.
Still, to Trisha's surprise, she keeps moving.
"Oh, you're just asking me to get nasty. Well, I'm all to happy to oblige." Trisha chuckles, with more than a hint of frustration. Keeping Macchi's head between her thighs, Belle rises to her feet, the bigger girl's arms slide down and around the Native's slim stomach, lifting her vertically, Macchi all to aware of what was coming, but unable to fight back enough to stop it. Belle lifted the new girl, hopping into the air slightly before sitting out, driving Macchi's skull into the hard floor with a sickening sound on impact.
Macchi rolls onto her back, breathing heavily, glassy eyed. It was almost impressive to Trisha that the little pest was still awake after all this. Belle bent over. "I didn't get my fun out of your partner so I'm going to take it out of your hide." She sneers. "Are you a little freak like her? When I lay across you, are you going to enjoy it?"
Macchi doesn't answer. She just stares up, breathing heavily. Belle backhands her.
"ANSWER ME!" Belle demands. So, Macchi does.
"You arranged this fight," she moans. "You wanted an easy win. You didn't get one."
Belle's eyes narrow. "Oh, you're going to pull a magic win out of your cute little ass?"
Macchi shakes her head. "No. But we made you fight for it. We made you fight hard, and everyone watching knows you struggled against two little rookies. We made you worry. We pushed you."
Trish drops a fist into Macchi's sternum. As the young woman spasms, the Minnesotan leans in. "I don't care what the people watching think!"
"If that were true," Macchi mutters with a grin, "you would have just jumped us like you and your pet did to Raven. But you didn't. You chose to do this on the air--" She doesn't get to continue. Trisha grabs Macchi by the ankle and the wrist, picks her up and airplane spins her. With a furious roar, Trisha releases her and sends Macchi flying towards the oak benches.
Trisha angrilly stomps over to the smaller girl, and again Macchi surprises her, letting out a moan and cough that signals that the nubile Native is STILL conscious after all this punishment. Belle all but peels her off of the bench she's draped over, dragging her up to something resembling a standing position, and for a moment it looks as though The Minnesota Mountain is going to put Macchi through another piledriver, but after a moment she locks her arms in the native girl's and sets Macchi up to be formally introduced to the floor face first again through Trisha's own Belle Toll.
Belle does her best to bring all of her weight down on Macchi's skull as she crushes the rookie beneath her. This time, Macchi doesn't stir. There is no witty retort are crawling. Belle rolls the woman over and sees she's unconscious. Trisha grabs Macchi's silky locks and drags her towards Selia, who is also unconscious. She raises their wrists. They fall.
She raises them a second time. They fall.
A third time. They fall.
Macchi and Selia are finally both done, beaten down before her.
Trisha hears the hidden speaker sound another bell, signalling the end of the match, but she's not quite done. As far as she's come and as much as she's put her two opponents through, she never broke either of them. So, Belle sets to stripping the limp girls' bodies bare, leaving nothing on them but their boots. Then, when both are stripped she drags Selia into her lap, sitting the body builder up limply setting her up, but not locking in a sleeper. Trisha then taps Brach's cheek to wake her, making sure that the first thing the smaller girl sees when she finally wakes is her devastated partner crumpled up and discarded in front of her.
Bleary-eyed, Selia comes to although it's questionable if she even known what's going on. Trisha turns her head toward's Macchi's bare body. "You failed her," she whispers. "You could have gotten her off easy by taking care of her yourself - like I offered - but no. So I hurled her around like nothing. I destroyed her." Trisha knows she has to work fast. Any minute now, a FAWN official will unlock that door and put an end to her fun. She turns Selia's face to look at hers. "I'm going to give you a choice. Beg for mercy and maybe I'll keep the just degrade and humiliate you for every FAWN fan to see, leaving her alone. Or remain proud and I'll snap you both."
Selia stares blankly into Trisha's eyes, like she doesn't understand the words being said. She only whispers quietly, "Leave her alone. Do what you want with me, but please, leave her alone."
Trisha forces a smile. It wasn't what she wanted - a begging for pity for a snapped, broken woman, but it was something. Trisha was like a succubus of myth. She needed to feed on suffering. Today she didn't feast, but she would be fed.
Trisha locks the sleeper in firmly, shifting firmly from side to side, jerking Selia back and forth, almost rocking the body builder to sleep as the grip cinches in tight.
Selia passes out almost instantly. It's ungratifying, really. As Trisha ponders what to do next, she hears the door being unlocked. She scans the the two wrestlers and weighs her options.
Belle acts quickly, trying to get one last pose in to encapsulate the pain she's already inflicted upon Selia and Macchi tonight. She settles on doubling up on pain and humiliation. Lining herself up just right, she lays down ontop of Selia in a breast smother, sliding down her bikini top to really seal in the move, meanwhile her thighs snake around Macchi's neck in a scissors that drags the newbie native girl up to something resembling a seated position. Then, as the door swings open Trisha plays dumb to extend her two victim's oxygen deprivation, "Oh, thank god! I put them both down and wasn't sure who was going to count them out afterward. They woke up again before you got here, but I'm making sure they stay down." While spewing this BS, Trisha jerks her legs back and forth in the scissors to make Macchi's limp limbs sway slightly, and she covertly flips up Selia's arm from the floor, faking signs of life in both girls so FAWN's resident succubus can leech the life from her victims just a bit longer.
The official holds up an ipad which is playing the camera footage of the room. "No, they didn't. Get off them or I reverse the decision."
Just past the official, Trisha sees Rosa. She looks… fun. She's larger, so there's more of a fight. It's tempting. When they meet, though, Rosa does not look angry and ready to pounce like more wrestling partners, much less mothers, do. She's obviously concerned but also calm. Taking her down in front of her daughter, Trisha thinks, and stripping her. But then, Trisha has been fighting for no telling how long in a sweat lodge, whereas Rosa's fresh and ready. It wouldn't be in Trisha's favour.
"BELLE!" the official booms. Trisha frowns. The party is over.
With that, Trisha gives both girls one final thing to remember her by. The Minnesotan shifts in position then throws a heart punch to the already unconscious Selia that only seems to send one or two convulsions through the smaller girl, but she'll feel it when she awakens. Not to leave Macci out, Trisha rolls off of Brach's sweaty body, dragging Macchi along with her legs still locked around the native's neck. Then, as she gets up, Trisha feigns losing her balance, falling back to the floor and in turn treating Macchi to a snap piledriver that slams her to the floor for the third time tonight. The nubile native's body shivers on impact then goes limp once more. With that, Trisha finally gets up and leaves her victims where they lay.
As Trisha leaves, Rosa and the official enter the sweat lodge. The official checks the wrestlers, then taps on his ipad, sending a message to FAWN central to kill the feed from this location. He looks at Rosa. "You didn't want to stop her? She messed these two up."
Rosa checks on her daughter and Selia, helping them sit up. "They have to fight their own fights. They wanted to wrestle. This is part of it."
"What are they going to think when they come to?" the official asks.
"They're fighters," Rosa replies. "They'll think, 'So what's my next match?'"
The steam in the lodge was thick. Someone had been keeping the coals hot for some time now, and Trisha had decided to take some time for a relaxing sauna before the match, waiting for her hand-picked victims from the Jungle ranks to show up. The Minnesotan was a regular visitor to similar saunas, which helped her loosen up muscle tension before and after FAWN events, but in the back of her head she was glad she picked a couple of newbie's for this event, a real match against one of FAWN's better girls could turn into a lesson in heat exhaustion very quickly in a place like this.
SELIA BRACH:
MAKKI CORTINA:
ROSA CORTINA:
Outside the lodge, three figures approaches: a pale, stocky blonde woman in a black sports bra, shorts, and boots, trailed by a two Native American women, one in her late thirties and the other not even twenty. The younger Native America woman wore a tight baby blue two piece that hid almost nothing. She was petite and bouncy, full of life. The older woman was stockier, but not as muscled as the blonde, in a peacock blue one piece that barely held her chest back.
The blonde was Selia Brach, a weightlifter and, as of the past summer, newbie wrestler. She kept to herself, her shyness dripping from her like rain from a storm. The two other women were a mother and daughter tagteam signed so recently to the Jungle, their contracts still had wet ink. The daughter, Makki Cortina, was a high flyer. Her mother, Rosa, had been wrestling for over a decade and was quite a grappler, but she was here in a manager position. At 5'5", Rosa was the tallest of the three. Selia weighed was five-foot-two and 114 pounds. Makki stood barely at five foot and 106 pounds, practically a featherweight.
"First real FAWN match and it's a sweatlodge!" Makki chimed happily. "A chance to shine."
Her mother nodded. "You two must have impressed someone high up for this," Rosa replied as they reached the door. "Shown them your true talent."
Almost a whisper, Selia spoke up. "We're supposed to lose." The two other women looked at her. "I… I heard the Jungle head talking. Strings were pulled. We were chosen because we're so much smaller than Trisha Belle. She… she wants an easy match that looks impressive. Two tiny women. She thinks we'll--" Selia blushed and grew quiet. It was more than she was used to speaking.
Makki stood, horrified at the idea, but Rosa placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's common," Rosa told her daughter. "But it's also a chance to show them - and that woman - they're wrong about you." She placed a hand on Selia's shoulder, who seemed to shrink from it. "A chance for you BOTH to prove everyone wrong." Rosa opened the door and steam rolled out. "Get in there and take down the giant." She smiled as both women entered, holding back her nervousness."
Trisha is all smiles when the two girls enter, arms open in a welcoming gesture. A far cry from her usual cold demeanor, but she's banking on the new girls being unfamiliar with her reputation. "Come on in. Its nice and hot." She rises, still putting on the act, she walks up and goes for a friendly hug, embracing the two smaller Jungle girls with her slick body that is already beading with sweat.
Belle lifted the two women, tightening the hug slightly. They were even lighter than she'd expected. This would be even better than she dreamed. She tightened the hug some more without making it seem threatening. Makki was skin and bone and baby fat - an adorable little thing. The idea of making her beg and cry almost overtook Trisha. Selia… was all muscle. Belle was surprised. She looked pudgy but she was a traditional weightlifter. Not the sort who was sculpted muscle but someone who was thick and solid.
But she was still tiny. Belle smirked. This was going to be fun.
"Won't you come in side," Belle barely heard Selia whisper, "said the spider to the flies."
She put them down and stared into Selia's icy blue eyes. Smarter than she looked. That almost made it better, Belle thought - she knows she's doomed. The two tiny women went to their "corner" and stretched.
As they stretched Makki sighed in relief as they chatted during the warmup, "Wow. The way you and Mom put it I thought we were in trouble, but Trisha seems like a great girl. This will just be a good clean match with a chance we'll get noticed by the big leagues."
Selia shook her head, "I wouldn't be so sure."
Makki just scoffed at her partner's reluctance, "Oh come on, she seems nice! What's there to worry about, its our first match with FAWN. I mean sure, we're scheduled to lose, we put on a good show, we look good, she looks good, it all works out. I'll show you she's nicer than whatever you heard." With that, the Jungle girls finish their stretches and step toward the center of the sweat lodge, stepping toward the prepared Trisha to square off. Makki puts a hand forward for a handshake, "Lets have a great match." she says with confidence. Trisha's smile fades almost completely, she's about to get down to business. Suddenly, to all three girls' surprise a hidden speaker somewhere in the lodge rings out with the sound of the starting bell.
Selia and Makki flinch, both taken by surprise by the unexpected noise, Trisha blinks, her eyes genuinely curious, "Huh, I didn't know that would happen." but with little more hesitation turns back to Makki, "Lets get started, shall we?" ignoring the still outstretched hand of the native girl, Trisha throws up a knee into the tiny teen's belly, doubling Makki over with a loud "OOOMFF!" and without losing a beat Belle latches an arm around the naive native's neck in a headlock, then falling back, she drive's Makki's skull into the dirt floor with a hard impact that stiffens the younger Cortina's body immediately on impact, but as she rolls back, falling into a loose spread eagle, Makki lets out a moan that announces she's still conscious.
Trisha had no chance to admire or work Makki over. Out of the corner of her eye, a blonde blur set to work. Selia, dropping to splits, punched the front of Trisha's kneecap and then the back of her knee. The larger grappler shouted in pain as her leg buckled - that tiny bytch hit hard! Trisha had taken a lot of good wallops in her time and she usually judged how hard someone could hit with decent accuracy. Rue Ann was deceptively strong and had surprised her once or twice in training - and mauling targets - but Selia slugged out of her weight class.
And she was quick. Brach bounced up and rolled behind Belle, grabbing both of Trisha's arms, wrenching them back, and stomping between the crouched women's shoulder blades. While Selia went to work, Makki rose to her feet and sides up Belle's breasts and what kicks they desperately needed.
This wasn't quite the match Trisha Belle had hoped for.
The Minnesotan knew that she couldn't let these small fries overwhelm her so soon. To the surprise of everyone but Trisha, Belle begins to rise, even with Selia perched on her back, restraining her arms. Refocusing her efforts, Belle throws her leg up between a shocked Makki's legs, a harsh smack of the big girl's shin lands firmly in the native's crotch, sinking Cortina to her knees. With a bit more effort and struggle, Trisha pulls at Celia's firmly held position perched on her back, but the pint-sized weightlifter's grip is solid. Deciding on a different tactic, Belle steps back, hoping to line up Selia's skull with one of the benches positioned around the sweat lodge. Falling back to the floor, she hears a harsh THWACK and Brach's hold drops as the little blonde lets out a loud
"AH F*CK!" With that, Trisha turns to find the body builder's back uncomfortably arched over the nearest bench as Brach struggles to get up, but the position makes it difficult. "Here, let me help you with that." Trisha's mockingly sweet demeanor returning ironically as she scoops the smaller girl up, draping Selia over her shoulders into a nasty Torture rack.
Selia groaned as her tiny frame was stretched out over Trisha's shoulders. She struggled, though - it struck Belle how much vigor and fight this pixie had in her, despite her shyness - but Trisha was simply too big and strong.
"Give up," Trisha demanded. "It'll go easier on you. You can even watch me break your partner." Trisha smirks and she bent Selia's body backwards. "You might like it. You look like the sort to enjoy that. Would it make you happy, pixie? Belle snorted. "Is it your thing?"
Selia didn't reply, just merely stuck a shaking hand next to Belle's eyes and raked and jabbed. Normally, Selia was above this, but nothing was barred and she knew she had to survive. Belle yelped with shock and pulled her hands to her eyes, releasing Brach and letting her roll off her shoulders. But, best yet, giving Makki a chance to aim a missile dropkick at the momentarily blinded bully.
Trisha very literally doesn't see Makki coming, the pint-sized native slamming boots into Belle's chest. The Minnesota Mountain tumbles back. Unfortunate for the less aware Selia, who is still on her back behind the bigger girl. Belle's body falls onto the pint-sized powerhouse driving the air from Brach's lungs with a loud "GUH!"
Makki reacts with concern, "Oh, s--t! I'm sorry!" she says as she closes in, checking to see if Selia is okay. This, it turns out was a bad idea. Trisha swings a boot between the Native beauty's legs, connecting with her crotch. As Makki sinks to her knees Belle follows up with another kick, this one aimed at the smaller girl's abs. Then Trisha scrambles around gasping girl, rushing to lock her into a sleeper that would take Makki out of commission early.
The Minnesotan's bicep locks under Makki's jaw and her other mitt clamps in place. Belle tightens her vice with enough force to hurt a woman much larger than the tiny wrestler. Trisha hadn't really pounded someone as tiny as Makki in a while and there was something thrilling about an opponent she could completely womanhandle. She smiled at the thought of Makki's crumpled form at her feet, begging in her obnoxious, tiny voice for a mercy that would not--
THWAK!
Trisha blinked. Was that a foot?
There were many things Trisha had expected from this fight - most of them centered on her opponents snivelling at her feet - but Makki being limber enough to high-kick her in the face during a sleeperholder wasn't one of them. While lost in daydream, Makki had managed to push herself up to her feet and, thanks to a history of cheerleading, gymnastics and lots of training, smacked her captor in the nose. THWAK! Another kick soared in hard. Trisha was actually taken aback by the force of Makki's kick. She was also enraged.
Clutching Makki by the back of the head still, Trisha released the arm under the diminutive fighter's jaw, palmed her head, lifted her, and slammed her face-first. Makki shuddered. Belle raged as she rolled Makki on her back, grabbed hold of both her breasts, and began twisting them like they were combination locks.
"Here I was going to be nice, putting you down for a nice long nap and you had to ruin it. Now I'm going to be anything but nice, you stupid little girl." Trisha taunts, twisting and ripping into Makki's breasts for a moment before throwing her head down into the newbie's, connecting a hard headbutt between Makki's eyes, followed by a second and third.
The first headbutt connects just below Makki's left eye. The second, because she simply refuses to be a polite guest and take the beating, catches her jaw as she squirms and rolls around. The third one is a glancing blow, which is about when Belle starts to really, <i>REALLY</i> begins to lose her temper. The Minnesotan Menace pulls Makki to her feet and belts her in the belly harder than she has possibly ever punched anyone. The crack of her fist against Cortina's stomach is sickening. Makki shrieks out like a wounded bunny, folding into Trisha's waiting arms. Belle clamps a bearhug on her and lifts the tiny woman well off her feet.
She holds Makki up face-to-face, Makki's tiny rack to her impressive endowments, and presses the life from her. "This is what a REAL woman feels like, little girl," Belle chortles. "Maybe when I'm done with you two, I'll put on a show for your mommy. A puppet show, 'cuz I'm gonna shove my fist so far up your--"
Another sickening crack, but this time behind Trisha as Selia sucker punches the Midwest Amazon right in the kidneys. Belle's eyes bulge as Makki slips hastily from the bearhug and races across the sweatlodge. Another punch between the shoulder blades and Trisha stumbles forward, releasing an agonized wheeze. But Trisha is far from done and spins, swinging and swiping at Brach, who nimbly dodges and weaves while looking past Trisha. Suddenly, the little blonde drops to all fours, her side facing Trisha. Belle seems confused but hauls back to kick Selia in the gut, not realizing she's been set-up for a school-girl shove, with Makki aiming a second missile dropkick right at her back.
Makki's boots land solidly, but the Minnesota Mountain lives up to that name, remaining firmly planted on her feet surprising both of her opponents. The kick only gets Belle to stumble slightly forward. In response she smiles evilly down on Selia who is in a very bad position with this new turn. Trisha throws a hard kick to the pint-sized powerhouse's ribs, then another. Then she turns back toward Makki. "Now where were we?" the Minneapolis native chuckles as she snatches a fistful of the Native girl's jet black hair.
Makki screeches as Trisha lifts her off her feet by her mane. Belle bytchslaps the Native American - less to hurt her and more to remind her who is stronger and in control - and finds herself giggling as she watches Makki twirl. She catches herself, realizing she almost sounded like Rue Ann. With that, she releases Cortina's hair only to grab her by the throat, lift her up for what looks like a choke slam, and drops her over her knee. Makki's sleek, slender body, covered in sweat, stretches and bends under Trisha's hands which, out of cruel habit, seek out her breasts and crotch for mauling.
"This match will end," Belle growls, "with both of you naked and bloody. If you think what I've done to Berge is--" But once more, Trisha doesn't get to complete her threat. The punch to the base of her neck makes Trisha's vision black out for a few seconds. When it returns, she finds herself lifted off the ground - <i>lifted</i> by the tiny weightlifter - on Selia's shoulders like a little girl on her daddy's shoulders while at the circus.
<i>There are two of them</i>, Trisha hisses at herself. Her tendency - maybe even a need - to seek out the smallest and torture was blinding her to that. There was no time to ponder her tunnel vision, though. She begins throwing punches down on Selia's skull, but Brach is tougher than Makki and weathers the beating. <i>Go down!</i> Belle screams in her brain and, too her shock, Selia does…
… as she falls backwards intentionally, aiming Trisha'a back at the thick oak bench.
Trisha, even dazed is quick to find a way out of anything, this seems to be a long shot, but she goes for it. As Selia releases the Minnesota Mountain from the impressive press position, Belle catches the puny powerhouse on the way down, wrapping an arm around Selia's skull faster than the little girl can react. The momentum of gravity and Trisha's own weight drags Selia off her feet and the two tumble to the floor. Trisha rolls to the dominant position and starts raining down fists and forearms down on the blonde bodybuilder's surprised face.
Punching Selia isn't the same as wailing on Makki - less give, and she takes the hits easier. It's frustrating,. Selia slips her sweat-drenches arms from under Trisha and begins fending blows while driving her own. The imp and punch and punch hard. It doesn't help that the sweat lodge is beginning to affect her. She's been in here longer than her opponents.
Selia begins rapid-fire slamming punches into Trisha's thighs. Belle howls and immediately slides her body down in an attempt to pin Selia to the floor. As her breasts rest on Brach's, she feels… something but she can't quite… poking? Like two welts rising? Selia's eyes suddenly betray panic and embarrassment as she slips her knees up under Trisha's torso and pushes her away. Belle scrambles to maintain the pin and, looking down, notices the slight rising of nipples in Selia's sports bra.
Before Trisha can say anything, Makki's foot collides with her jaw from behind. The teen isn't holding anything back and Belle is knocked to her side. The high flyer's got strong kicks. In a few years…
Selia clamps a scissorhold around Belle's throat and immediately begins twisting the larger brunette's head from side to side. It's finally Trisha's turn to cry out as a thicky, meaty vice crushes her neck, She rakes her nails on Selia's legs and tries to pry them off, but no luck. The, somehow, Makki joins in on the fun and manages to squeeze her tiny legs under Selia's and abbot Trisha's shoulders. The problem with aerial fighters? They also have amazingly strong thighs.
All Trisha can vocalize is coughing. She reaches for Makki's legs this time but Brach grabs her hands and bends her fingers backwards. Trisha's face is beginning to turn purple now and her breathing becomes laboured. The heat, the squeezing, the lack of air. Trisha Belle realizes she is in considerable danger, more than she's been in for a good long while… in a match she requested against two lightweight rookies from a feeder league.
Selia and Macchi tighter their holds.
Trisha knows that she doesn't have much time to turn this around again, so the Minnesotan has to put her all into the next few moments if she has any hope left in this match. Belle is more than willing to put in the effort, though, so to both Makki and Selia's surprise, the Minnesota Mountain sits up, despite only being able to inhale harshly through clenched teeth, her cheeks flushing to a deep purple.
Somehow, Trisha doesn't stop there. The bigger girl lifts her opponents from the floor, planting one foot and then the other firmly as she slowly but surely begins to rise to one knee then, after another moment, to her feet. Makki is the first to voice her disbelief, "What the F#CK!? What is this bytch made of?!" Almost as a response, Belle leans back, forcing a slight smile on her face before she finally hops back, laying out as she throws herself back, aiming to slam her opponent's into the few benches behind them.
Selia collides with a bench and rolls aside, but Makki manages to release from Trisha, catch herself in a handstand, and flip over. She spins a kick at Belle, but the larger vet catches the leg and yanks Makki into a heart punch. The hollow thud is delightful as is the perfect "o" her mouth forms. Belle grits her teeth - Macchi is dessert. Focus on the meal. She scoops the Native American up easily and holds her above her head in a gorilla press. Then, doing her best impression of Donkey Kong, Trisha hurls the lightweight across the sweat lodge, crashing her into a wall.
While Macchi crumples into moaning nothing, Belle bends over and catches her breath. It's… REALLY hot in here. And it's hard not to feel a little woozy and sluggish. As she's trying to shake it off, Selia launches at her and forearm smashes her across the face. Belle stumbles back. Five minutes ago, she'd have taken that easily. She needed to end these two before she ran out from the humidity. Belle backed up and circled with Selia. She offered a cruel smile. "So, someone likes it when pretty girls rests against them."
Brach flinches at this, the new girl never one comfortable with people exposing her hangups. Trisha takes advantage of this, locking up in a finger lock with Selia, using her weight to force the small but strong weight lifter back to the wall, pinning her between the wall and Belle's body. The two rubbing up close once more, Trisha plays to Selia's insecurities, "Just the way you want it, right? Up close and personal." the larger woman rubs her chest against Brach's, turning the new girl's cheeks bright red with an intense blush. Belle then throws a knee between Selia's legs to further her advantage.
Trisha clamps a headlock onto Selia and parades her around the sweat lodge, punching her in the crown on occasion. "Maybe I'll keep you when I'm done," she laughs. "I could use a pet." She rakes Selia's eyes for good measure as she asks, "You good at begging for table scraps?" She feels Brach writhe and the humiliation pours off her. The cruelty seems to revive Trisha. She pulls Brach from the headlock by her pixie cut.
"Aw, sweetie, don't feel bad. How could you not want all… this?" Belle stuffs Selia's face into her juggs, then slowly pushes her head down the length of her toned body. She can <i>feel</i> the rookie blushing from the lust. Then an idea takes root - something Trisha always wanted to try. She pulls Selia back to her feet and watches the little powerhouse struggle. "Tell you what," Belle begins, licking her teeth. "I've gotta put you down, but I'll give you a close up of my goods." She winks. "I'll even let you take my top off yourself. All you have to do?"
She turns Selia around and points at Makki's slowly stirring figure. "End her. Make her beg and I promise this match will be heaven for you." Trisha leans into Selia's ear and flicks her tongue against her earlobe. "You've got potential. I could make life fun for you."
Selia looks back at Trisha, doe-eyed. Then she belts Trisha across the jaw. Belle slams against the wall from the force and shakes it off. When she looks back at Selia, she sees the lust, the desire gone and replaced with anger. She'd resisted Trisha. And that made Trisha angrier. And that made her stronger.
Trisha's smile grows wider, "Oh, you want this to turn into a fist fight? Okay." With that the bigger girl throws a wild right haymaker that Selia ducks, but unknown to her Trisha expected the dodge and followed with her left fist swinging hard into a low blow that buckles Brach's legs slightly and leaves the poor blonde wide open, with Trisha all too willing to take the advantage, throwing fully clenched fists into devestating hooks swinging to Selia's cheeks and chin as she finally whittles the body builder down.
The heat has taken its told on Selia as well. The shy girl sluggishly tries to shake the hits off, sending a volley back at her attacker. Belle manages to avoid a few, but the hits that connect are solid and rattle her brain, but she's still well into the fight. As Selia slings another sloppy punch, Trisha snatches her wrist and yanks the petite pixie into a shorter clothesline. Brach drops, slamming her head on the pavement.
Belle looks back at Macchi. Still barely there, but then again, she did get hurled into a wall. Trisha reaches down and scoops Selia up, draping her over her shoulders in a torture rack. Selia groans as the Minnesotan toys with and stretches her. "You seem so shy, Selia. Maybe I should help you come out of your shell." She glances at Brach's face and grins like the devil. "Gotta show you there's no hard feelings."
With that, Trisha snatches at both pieces of Selia's outfit, one hand clawing at the crotch of her shorts and pulling the fabric, the other latching on between the bodybuilder's breasts and pulling the top away. Trisha manages this all while still keeping the shy girl locked in the painful wrack, the Minnesotan showing off her own strength with Brach tangled up in her forearms the entire time Trisha goes about this business.
Selia tries to fend the attacks off but her movements are slow and weakened. Belle can feel Brach's muscles relaxing. Stolen glances at Celia's face, though, show no weariness, no surrender. Just a deep-rooted hate the adorable pixie didn't seem capable of when she first entered. Trisha finally raises Celia off her shoulders and slams her into the hard ground. She doesn't roll over, just moans softly. Belle squats over her and returns to an old favourite - the camel clutch.
Trisha LEANS back in the clutch, finding Selia's breaking point and approaching as close as she can, the pixie bending back in sharp C shape that has Brach looking back behind herself, wide eyed and only seeing the upside down wall and benches in the sweat lodge from her inverted view. Selia screams in pure agony for the first time in the match, Trisha all but shivers with pleasure from the noise as tears slowly start to pool in Brach's eyes, the body builder slowly but surely approaching her emotional and mental capacity for pain tonight. Belle's only response is, "Beg! I want to hear you beg me to not do worse to you!" Trisha's genuine enjoyment of this a scary thing to witness, from Selia's point of view or any other.
Selia's lips quiver as she slowly speaks. "P… p….please, Trisha. Please…."
Belle leans in hungrily.
"Please," Selia whimpers, "I beg you… to… go f--k yourself!"
It take Trisha a second to realize what's just been said to her. Then it dons on her. Selia stares back, defiant, angry. The tears are involuntary pain. Yes, Trisha caused them, but they're the wrong kind of tears. She looks into Selia's cherubic face, unsure how to process it. Finally, Belle shrieks, grabs Selia by the hair, and slams her face into the floor over and over until Brach is unconscious. Belle looks down, angry, like she's been denied a victory. All she feels is a need to destroy the prone body.
WHAK! Trisha spills to the ground as Macchi catches her completely unaware, kicking her in the back of the knee. As Trisha stumbles up, Macchi spends the time not attacking her, as Trisha would do, but moving Selia out of the way. She turns towards Belle and assumes a fighting stance. Weary, run down, but ready.
Trisha, though angered by Selia's defiance up to the end, still finds her mind plotting on how to best take down Macchi, and it takes her only a second to decide how to take the sore and tired lucha girl unawares. Belle throws her sore leg toward the highflyer, sweeping so Macchi catches the boot, holding the Minneapolis girl's foot, thinking Trisha is off balance. Belle however, proves otherwise, swinging her free leg up in kick that catches Macchi in the cheek with the heel of Belle's boot.
The force of Belle's kick hurls Macchi to the wall with ease. In any other fight in a normal ring, Macchi might have moved out of the way or at least been more rested from her knock-down earlier, but the sweat drenches her face, hair and top and she flings to all fours. Belle sluggishly steps on Macchi's back and walks over her, flattening the dark beauty out. Trisha tries not to show how tired she's become but, in truth, Macchi doesn't care. She slowly pushes herself to all fours again. Trisha traps Macchi's head between her thighs, squeezes, and drops to her knees. Macchi's face bounces off the floor.
Still, to Trisha's surprise, she keeps moving.
"Oh, you're just asking me to get nasty. Well, I'm all to happy to oblige." Trisha chuckles, with more than a hint of frustration. Keeping Macchi's head between her thighs, Belle rises to her feet, the bigger girl's arms slide down and around the Native's slim stomach, lifting her vertically, Macchi all to aware of what was coming, but unable to fight back enough to stop it. Belle lifted the new girl, hopping into the air slightly before sitting out, driving Macchi's skull into the hard floor with a sickening sound on impact.
Macchi rolls onto her back, breathing heavily, glassy eyed. It was almost impressive to Trisha that the little pest was still awake after all this. Belle bent over. "I didn't get my fun out of your partner so I'm going to take it out of your hide." She sneers. "Are you a little freak like her? When I lay across you, are you going to enjoy it?"
Macchi doesn't answer. She just stares up, breathing heavily. Belle backhands her.
"ANSWER ME!" Belle demands. So, Macchi does.
"You arranged this fight," she moans. "You wanted an easy win. You didn't get one."
Belle's eyes narrow. "Oh, you're going to pull a magic win out of your cute little ass?"
Macchi shakes her head. "No. But we made you fight for it. We made you fight hard, and everyone watching knows you struggled against two little rookies. We made you worry. We pushed you."
Trish drops a fist into Macchi's sternum. As the young woman spasms, the Minnesotan leans in. "I don't care what the people watching think!"
"If that were true," Macchi mutters with a grin, "you would have just jumped us like you and your pet did to Raven. But you didn't. You chose to do this on the air--" She doesn't get to continue. Trisha grabs Macchi by the ankle and the wrist, picks her up and airplane spins her. With a furious roar, Trisha releases her and sends Macchi flying towards the oak benches.
Trisha angrilly stomps over to the smaller girl, and again Macchi surprises her, letting out a moan and cough that signals that the nubile Native is STILL conscious after all this punishment. Belle all but peels her off of the bench she's draped over, dragging her up to something resembling a standing position, and for a moment it looks as though The Minnesota Mountain is going to put Macchi through another piledriver, but after a moment she locks her arms in the native girl's and sets Macchi up to be formally introduced to the floor face first again through Trisha's own Belle Toll.
Belle does her best to bring all of her weight down on Macchi's skull as she crushes the rookie beneath her. This time, Macchi doesn't stir. There is no witty retort are crawling. Belle rolls the woman over and sees she's unconscious. Trisha grabs Macchi's silky locks and drags her towards Selia, who is also unconscious. She raises their wrists. They fall.
She raises them a second time. They fall.
A third time. They fall.
Macchi and Selia are finally both done, beaten down before her.
Trisha hears the hidden speaker sound another bell, signalling the end of the match, but she's not quite done. As far as she's come and as much as she's put her two opponents through, she never broke either of them. So, Belle sets to stripping the limp girls' bodies bare, leaving nothing on them but their boots. Then, when both are stripped she drags Selia into her lap, sitting the body builder up limply setting her up, but not locking in a sleeper. Trisha then taps Brach's cheek to wake her, making sure that the first thing the smaller girl sees when she finally wakes is her devastated partner crumpled up and discarded in front of her.
Bleary-eyed, Selia comes to although it's questionable if she even known what's going on. Trisha turns her head toward's Macchi's bare body. "You failed her," she whispers. "You could have gotten her off easy by taking care of her yourself - like I offered - but no. So I hurled her around like nothing. I destroyed her." Trisha knows she has to work fast. Any minute now, a FAWN official will unlock that door and put an end to her fun. She turns Selia's face to look at hers. "I'm going to give you a choice. Beg for mercy and maybe I'll keep the just degrade and humiliate you for every FAWN fan to see, leaving her alone. Or remain proud and I'll snap you both."
Selia stares blankly into Trisha's eyes, like she doesn't understand the words being said. She only whispers quietly, "Leave her alone. Do what you want with me, but please, leave her alone."
Trisha forces a smile. It wasn't what she wanted - a begging for pity for a snapped, broken woman, but it was something. Trisha was like a succubus of myth. She needed to feed on suffering. Today she didn't feast, but she would be fed.
Trisha locks the sleeper in firmly, shifting firmly from side to side, jerking Selia back and forth, almost rocking the body builder to sleep as the grip cinches in tight.
Selia passes out almost instantly. It's ungratifying, really. As Trisha ponders what to do next, she hears the door being unlocked. She scans the the two wrestlers and weighs her options.
Belle acts quickly, trying to get one last pose in to encapsulate the pain she's already inflicted upon Selia and Macchi tonight. She settles on doubling up on pain and humiliation. Lining herself up just right, she lays down ontop of Selia in a breast smother, sliding down her bikini top to really seal in the move, meanwhile her thighs snake around Macchi's neck in a scissors that drags the newbie native girl up to something resembling a seated position. Then, as the door swings open Trisha plays dumb to extend her two victim's oxygen deprivation, "Oh, thank god! I put them both down and wasn't sure who was going to count them out afterward. They woke up again before you got here, but I'm making sure they stay down." While spewing this BS, Trisha jerks her legs back and forth in the scissors to make Macchi's limp limbs sway slightly, and she covertly flips up Selia's arm from the floor, faking signs of life in both girls so FAWN's resident succubus can leech the life from her victims just a bit longer.
The official holds up an ipad which is playing the camera footage of the room. "No, they didn't. Get off them or I reverse the decision."
Just past the official, Trisha sees Rosa. She looks… fun. She's larger, so there's more of a fight. It's tempting. When they meet, though, Rosa does not look angry and ready to pounce like more wrestling partners, much less mothers, do. She's obviously concerned but also calm. Taking her down in front of her daughter, Trisha thinks, and stripping her. But then, Trisha has been fighting for no telling how long in a sweat lodge, whereas Rosa's fresh and ready. It wouldn't be in Trisha's favour.
"BELLE!" the official booms. Trisha frowns. The party is over.
With that, Trisha gives both girls one final thing to remember her by. The Minnesotan shifts in position then throws a heart punch to the already unconscious Selia that only seems to send one or two convulsions through the smaller girl, but she'll feel it when she awakens. Not to leave Macci out, Trisha rolls off of Brach's sweaty body, dragging Macchi along with her legs still locked around the native's neck. Then, as she gets up, Trisha feigns losing her balance, falling back to the floor and in turn treating Macchi to a snap piledriver that slams her to the floor for the third time tonight. The nubile native's body shivers on impact then goes limp once more. With that, Trisha finally gets up and leaves her victims where they lay.
As Trisha leaves, Rosa and the official enter the sweat lodge. The official checks the wrestlers, then taps on his ipad, sending a message to FAWN central to kill the feed from this location. He looks at Rosa. "You didn't want to stop her? She messed these two up."
Rosa checks on her daughter and Selia, helping them sit up. "They have to fight their own fights. They wanted to wrestle. This is part of it."
"What are they going to think when they come to?" the official asks.
"They're fighters," Rosa replies. "They'll think, 'So what's my next match?'"
