Post by SammieSinclair on Dec 20, 2014 18:41:33 GMT
The hour had grown late and there remained but one ledger that needed balancing. Setting to it, the Announcer stepped into the spotlight. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Eden Prairie, Minnesota, she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Real Freakin’ Deal… KRISTY SANDERS!”
Cheers from those assembled as the house lights blinked to inky blackness. The dark was quickly pierced with twisting, twirling strobes, an inspired swirl of golden spotlights interspersed with leopard spots that filled the arena. A feral feline growl tore loose from the speakers. On its heels came the opening strains of Velvet Revolver’s cover of ‘Psycho Killer’.
PSYCHO KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujB-pxOQJ-Y
KRISTY SANDERS:
Kristy swatted the curtain aside, stepped through and paused to take in the reaction, which was the most enthusiastic she’d received for a singles outing in a very long time. Hands on her hips, she glanced into the nearest camera and said, “So tell me, are you rooting for me or against Emily? OR have you finally realized that I was the only Sanders you ever needed?” Patently uninterested in the answer, she started down the ramp to the squared circle.
For her attempt to claim FAWN’s biggest prize Sanders wore her trademark leopard print one-piece, the material seemingly painted on. Below the ‘skirtish’ bum-hugging bottoms of the strapless onesy, was a flash of similarly spotted panties, and, not that many noticed. The ‘jungle cat’ concluded her attire with black pads and boots. It was in fact the same outfit she’d been wearing when she’d floored Hayley Kennedy a few weeks prior and it was that victory that’d earned her the offer of a title shot not from brass, but from West herself the very next day. And if the leopard spots were good enough to defuse the Ultimate Weapon, they were good enough to unseat the Black Queen.
Traveling the aisle with minimal fanfare (though she did stop to pause in front of a sign that read: KRISTY WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG!’) Sanders Part Deux broke into a short sprint, dove under the bottom rope and slid a good ways before springing to her feet. After that it was quick march to the nearest corner, where she mounted the second rope and treated the crowd to a sturdy double bicep flex. “Tonight’s the last night they call me the Black Sheep!” she promised. “Tomorrow morning they’ll be calling me the Gold Standard. No wait, make that the Gold Sanders!”
Senior referee Nick Castle was inspecting Kristy’s pads and boots when the Announcer resumed speaking. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court hailing from Dunwich Massachusetts, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and twenty-two pounds. She is the One Hundredth Percentile, the Black Queen and the reigning and defending FAWN World Champion… EMILY WEST!”
The boos came and the lights went, but unlike the former, the latter didn’t last for long. Accompanied by the plinking introduction to ’Handlebars’, a bank of spotlights illuminated the squared circle, transforming it into an eight by eight grid of black and white squares, the only chessboard worthy of the architect of FAWN’s grand design. When Jonny 5 reminded everyone he could ‘keep rhythm with no metronome, no metronome’ Emily West stepped through the curtain.
EMILY WEST:
Smirking out into the gloom, Emily stepped forward, reached to the small of her back and undid the clasp holding FAWN‘s biggest prize. This she raised overhead, a brazen reminder that she’d assumed control of the title because when you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself.
For her first encounter with the relatively less wayward half of the Sanders contingent, Emily wore a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started just below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Below, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Travelling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) West’s strong legs were armoured in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. Her big match look was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of Emily’s favourite chess piece.
Having taken the measure of the entire audience in mere moments, Emily draped the belt over one shoulder and headed down the aisle, the inhabitants of which she totally ignored, save for one rather traumatized young man waving a sign that read:
‘WHAT’VE YOU DONE TO KYLIE?’
West stopped to consider the question. “Do? I didn’t do anything, sir. I merely told you all what I saw in Kylie Sanders from the moment I laid eyes on her. I told you all from the very beginning and no one listened. No one believed. But you believe now, don’t you? Would it be a comfort if I told you I wish I’d been wrong?”
He shook his head ’no’ then lowered the sign and sat down. If she hadn’t had a lesson to teach, Emily might’ve felt sorry for him. Dismissing sentiment from her oh so expansive mind, the Amazing Academic made her way to the steps, ascended them, then paused at the top while the canvas regained its usual appearance. Gliding between the ropes when everything was just so, West crossed the ring and mounted the far turnbuckles to better look out on all the pieces of her game board. Once again she raised the title and tapped its golden faceplate three times.
I’m. So. Smart.
The pawns disagreed in a most vociferous manner but their opinion was irrelevant to the outcome of this game, so Emily climbed down from the buckles and handed her belt over to Nick Castle. “Find anything illicit hidden on the challenger, Nicholas?” West enquired while offering her own wrists, elbows and knees to the head referee.
“Nope. Nothing to worry about, Em. She’s clean.”
“That’s too bad.” she murmured as he moved into position at the center of the ring, “It could’ve made things quite a bit more interesting.”
A trifle unsure of how to interpret the babyface reaction without Shea at her side, Kristy nodded a brief thanks to the FAWNatics, then pushed out of her corner as soon as the bell rang. Always pleased to encounter a foe who wouldn’t waste her time, Emily pushed off the buckles a heartbeat later and shortly thereafter the pair of brunettes met at mid-ring.
“I’m still not convinced this match isn’t your convoluted way of giving a screw you to London and my cousin,” Sanders muttered as she circled the World Champion, “but motives don’t matter at this point. All that matters is the title and how it’s gonna be around my waist at the end of the night.”
West gave Kristy a small smile. “Indeed, motives are incidental when gold is on the line. Now, are you ready to step up and test the waters of the Main Ev--”
The Minnesota Mauler surged forward and swept Emily into a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Forcing the champ back on her heels, Sanders shifted over to a two-handed grip on Emily’s left hand and bent it back toward the Insidious Intellectual’s shoulder in an Overhand Wristlock. West grimaced in pain, reached over with her free hand and grabbed hold of Kristy’s wrists then pushed back against the pressure of the joint-lock. Sanders sampled Emily’s strength for a moment, then shifted her left foot behind the champ’s left heel and pushed forward in hopes of tripping her to the mat. Em held her ground against the Wristlock for a moment, which allowed her enough time to set her feet and strengthen her grip on the other woman’s wrists. Once those hooks were in she stopped pushing and let Kristy push her down and backward into a bridge that ended with the tips of her toes and the crown of her head balanced against the mat.
“It’s really simple, brainiac.” Sanders muttered as she continued to wrench West’s wrist. “Give up right now or I’ll break your arHEY!”
Emily pushed off with a grunt and worked her way back to verticality in spite of Kristy’s efforts to the contrary. Smirking when she’d regained all the ground she’d lost, West shouldered against the challenger and replied, “I give you the greatest opportunity of your career and you respond with threats of permanent bodily harm? Delightful. Now I won’t feel bad about--” Emily pushed onto her toes, then laid out on her right side and slung Sanders across the mat with an improvised Arm Drag.
Kristy tumbled close to the ropes, pushed to one knee and shook her head in irritation. “Neat trick there, geek. But tricks aren’t going to be enough to stop me tonight.”
West only adjusted her outfit and beckoned the challenger forward. “No tricks here, Kristy. Just a benevolent champion granting a favour to an underappreciated challenger. Of course if you’re feeling the pressure no one would think less of you if climbed out of the ring and trudged up the ramp.” She waited a beat before twisting the knife. “You are a Sanders, after all.”
Kristy snorted, stood up and stomped to the middle of the squared circle. “No chance, Em’s. If I leave this ring without the title it’s because I left on a stretcher.”
With that she raised her right hand and curled it into a loose claw. The Black Queen regarded Sanders Part Deux for a moment, then stepped in close and raised laced her fingers with Kristy’s. “You should be careful about voicing that sort of hypothetical within my hearing, Kristy. Such things have an odd way of coming true when I’m around.”
Sanders rolled her eyes and replied, “Whatever you say, West. Now get your hand up and NNNGGGH!”
Em got her hands up all right, but instead of completing the Test of Strength she smashed a straight jab into the taller brunette’s mouth. Transitioning to a standard Wristlock in the blink of an eye, West twisted around behind Sanders and pulled the captured arm tight across the Minnesotan’s own neck. Kristy had just a moment to worry about the Cut-Throat before Emily hopped up and dropped to her back. Torn from her moorings, Kristy THWHAMMED down on the back of her head and shoulders with enough force to send her legs flopping up over her head in a limp Matchbook.
CUT-THROAT NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFzajdkYs1I
West didn’t bother to go for a cover, rather she pulled Kristy to a woozy seat and snuggled in against her back. “I don’t have to break any bones to make my point,” the Insidious Intellectual murmured as she reached over the challenger’s right shoulder to claim possession of Kristy’s left wrist, “I will however shatter any delusions you might’ve had before the bell sounded.” Mirroring the hold on Sanders’s right hand, West posted a knee between the other brunette’s shoulders and pulled ‘em back in a modified Chinlock.
Kristy flushed and scooted forward a few inches, but her progress came to an abrupt halt when Emily worked those crossed arms a little higher, cutting off that much more of her opponent’s air. “What’s the word, Kristy?” Nick asked as Sanders’s face went from pink to red. “Do you need me to call it?” She shook her head ‘no’ as best she could, then kicked her right leg out and started driving her heel into the mat. The fans caught on quickly enough and they began to kick and stomp along with the challenger.
Far from displeased, Emily regarded the capacity crowd with an amazed smile. “Astounding.” she said quietly. “When the Corps needed somewhere to go…they came to you. And just like that the Black Sheep has become the Golden Girl.” Kristy paid no attention to the Amazing Academic, she was too busy twisting left n’ right, trying to slip loose of the Chinlock. The FAWNatics got louder as Sanders got closer and closer to freedom, indeed they were ready to leap to their feet when Emily used the other brunette’s momentum to roll her onto her stomach. From there she climbed onto Sanders’s back and craaaaaaaaaanked up on what was now a Straightjacket Camel Clutch.
STRAIGHTJACKET CAMEL CLUTCH @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgPUgSba8lE
“Oh, don’t get quiet on me now!” Emily called to the fans, who’d grown noticeably more subdued in the wake of Kristy’s foiled escape. “Surely the newly minted Kristy Corps won’t let their heroine suffer in silence?” That got them cheering again but West wasn’t entirely certain of their commitment to the cause so she planted her feet flat and poured that much more pressure into breath stealing hold.
Vaguely aware that several thousand someone’s were chanting her name, Kristy stopped trying to wriggle her hands loose and worked on getting a knee under her. The going was slow at first, not to mention uncomfortable, as all the wriggling and adjusting put a nice pink shine on her upper thighs. But it all paid off in the end as she managed to push to one knee, effectively forcing West from the perch on her back.
Still looking remarkably nonplussed even as the noise and challenger started to rise, the Black Queen kept her Straightjacket pulled tight up until the moment Sanders Part Deux returned to boot leather. That was when Emily left hers, the calculating battler taking to the skies to better stuff both knees between her opponent’s shoulders. West leaned back and gravity did the rest, tearing Kristy down and back to THWHUMP against those wickedly-posted joints. Bounced to her butt for all of half a heartbeat, Sanders slopped out onto her back and tried to muster her strength for the cover that… didn’t happen.
STRAIGHTJACKET LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fu-M6_1rFxc
Pleased with her progress thus far but far from ready to call this lesson to a close, Emily got to her feet and strode over to the nearest corner without so much as a backwards glance at the Black Sheep. From there she mounted the second rope, a perfect pulpit from which to address the sold-out crowd. “Please tell me you’ve finally seen the truth.” she said quite earnestly. “You’ve thrown years of support behind Shea London and she failed you time and time again. You threw that same support behind Kylie and not only did she fail you, she BETRAYED you. Now you’re behind Kristy and what’s she doing? Why, she’s fighting to draw a breath. The time has come for you all to admit that what you really need is not a heroine, but consistency. Friends, if that’s what you crave, stop fighting and bend the knee to the Black CouRRWHOOAAHHH!”
Turned out Kristy wasn’t as breathless as Emily thought, a fact she discovered when the Black Sheep stalked up to the corner and wedged her head through the champ’s legs. Gripping West’s knees for extra support, Sanders tugged her free of the corner, swung around in a half circle and made her way to the centre of the ring. Far from a passive passenger, Emily buried one hand in Kristy’s hair and jerked her head back, making it that much easier to pound her knuckles against the Minnesotan’s noggin.
“Set me down at once, Sanders.” she demanded. “Any other response will be seen as an overt sign of--”
Kristy moved her hands to the smaller brunette’s bottom, then dipped her knees and pushed up onto her toes to shove West free of her perch. In the next instant she caught Ems around the thighs and sat out, adding her own considerable momentum to the THWHAM that slammed the Malefic Malengine flat on her face, chest and tummy. Emily bounced on impact and Sanders thought about turning her over into a cover, but decided against it, knowing in her heart there was no way she’d take the World Title on a single move.
ELECTRIC CHAIR FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ex2xTEUtipQ
Two moves though? That was entirely within the realm of possibility.
Thusly she shifted her grip from West’s thighs to her hips and made sure her hands were knotted firmly before getting to her feet. When she did Emily’s curvy frame was lifted up at a feet-first forty-five degree angle, a position Kristy’s fans knew quite well. “This one sure does talk a lot of shyt, huh?” Sanders asked of her ever-increasing fan base. “Good thing I brought a wheelbarrow to hold it all.” With that she dropped her hips and to whip Emily, up over and down onto the back of her head via a THWHUMPING Wheelbarrow Suplex.
WHEELBARROW SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vY3xq2kPdgc
Breaking the Waistlock when the touched down, Sanders Part Deux rolled onto her belly and crawled forward until her shoulders were wedged into the pits of Emily’s knees, which forced the champ’s feet up over her shoulders in a high, tight Matchbook. Hands flat on the canvas, Kristy pushed onto her toes and smirked into Emily’s face while Nick kicked off her reign with a…
ONE…
TWO…
West bucked her legs hard, forcing Sanders back onto her haunches with a second to spare. Kristy didn’t argue with Castle’s count, she only put her hands on her thighs and took a deep breath, using the momentary reprieve to soothe out some of the kinks West had worked into her back and neck. “You make it sound like I actively campaigned to take over the Corps.” Sanders muttered once she’d regained her feet and dragged Emily up alongside. “I didn’t ask for them and I don’t particularly WANT them, but if those people need to rally behind someone who’s gonna kick you and cuz’s duplicitous asses,” she paused long enough to THWHAP a stiff Forearm Smash across Emily’s shoulders, “I’m sure as hell not gonna tell ‘em they can’t urge me on.”
Taking hold of the stooped brunette’s right wrist in both hands, Sanders stepped back and slung West into the ropes with an Irish Whip made far less ordinary by the fact that she kept half the Wristlock in place and raced along a few paces behind. Kristy let loose just as the Amazing Academic turned into the strands and that’s when she PWAAAKED the beefiest part of her thigh right thigh up across West’s midriff. Emily grunted and doubled forward so the Black Sheep snatched her wrist again and hurled her back the way she’d came, again following along in her wake. A second Kneelift in less than a minute had West slouching butt-first on the middle strand, not that her apparent exhaustion meant a damned thing to Kristy. In fact she seemed to kick it up a notch as Emily slowed down, claiming her right wrist to make sure they were tethered to one another when she stepped back and yanked the reeling champion off the ropes.
No third Kneelift was this, the Minnesota Mauler dipped under West’s right arm and curled her own around the brainiac’s chest. Sidling in tight against Emily’s side, Kristy reached around with her free hand to secure a tight knot, then sprang into the air and laid out full length to THWHAM the Insidious Intellectual against the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy of a Side Effect.
SIDE EFFECT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9Ki_Vkt-8o
Sanders rolled onto her stomach after the move hit and draped herself over Emily’s gulping chest in a loose Crossbody that got considerably tighter when she hooked the far leg. Castle was in perfect position and didn’t miss a beat in swooping in to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
West shot a shoulder up and infuriated the FAWNatics that much more by waggling her index finger ’no, no, no!’ Kristy smirked, grabbed hold of the extended digit and bent it back until the Black Queen yelped aloud.
“Point this thing at me one more time and I’ll break it off.” Kristy chided in the midst of using the unique grip to force West back to her feet.
The Midwestern Finger Trap proved quite effective at keeping Emily docile until the challenger tossed it aside so she could sling her left arm over one shoulder and thread the other between her foe’s gams. Cupping a generous handful of buttock, Kristy scooped Em up over her right shoulder and turned in a circle so the whole crowd could get a great angle. It also allowed Sanders Part Deux her pick of crash sites and when she had one she slung the smaller brunette forward and down, driving her into the mat with a BOOMING Scoop Slam. The impact of it forced West to sit up, so Sanders put a hand on her forehead, shoved her down and planted a quick Kneedrop between her eyes to make sure she wouldn’t go anywhere. Then she pointed to a corner off to Emily’s left and asked the sold out crowd, “Did you know leopards could fly?”
They confessed that they were unaware of this fact, but they urged the surging challenger to bring light to the darkness of their ignorance. Happy to do so because it meant she could continue punishing the champion, Kristy jogged to the corner, stepped out onto the apron and made her way to the third floor. Perched high above her prey, Kristy looked out on the crowd before focusing on the nearest camera. “Cop all the bad girl ‘tude you want, cuz, it’s your year to write the Christmas letter anyway.” That said, she sprang out into the void and leaned waaaaaaaaay back, stretching out almost parallel to the mat in the couple of seconds before she THWHUMPED down back-first with all of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds on Emily’s chest.
SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGEvbp8IeFA
Sliding from the champ to her tush in the aftershocks, Kristy hooked one arm around the Sensual Scholar’s left leg and curled the other around the back of her head, curling her into a tight bundle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
Emily scissored her legs around Sanders’s left arm and pulled her back onto her shoulders, the incredulous challenger suddenly looking up at the lights and kicking her legs through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kristy flopped over onto her belly, pushed to her feet and immediately presented two fingers to the official. He nodded, allowing the brunette’s heart to resume something like a normal rhythm. Furious at the lapse, Sanders rounded on the prone Courtier and dropped a big leg across her windpipe. Far from satisfied, she scooted into place just above West’s vaunted braincase and slipped her own glorious stems around Emily’s neck. Ankles locked, Kristy pushed up on her hands and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed her thighs, using brute gam strength in hopes of earning some World Championship gold.
“Tap out or pass out, doesn’t matter to me.” Sanders noted after she’d driven her heels into the struggling woman’s crotch. “Ok, that’s a lie. I’d like to hear you submit, if only so I can ignore it until Castle has to pull me off. I won’t cry if you pass out though… I’ll just take the belt and enjoy a nice seat on your face.”
Emily didn’t answer at once, but when she did she sounded quite confident for someone in such a disadvantageous position. “Better than you have tried and failed, Kristy Sanders. You’d be better served just finishing me off instead of trying to lull me into a stupor with these idle thrEERGGGHHHHH!”
The Black Sheep dropped to her tush, which alleviated some of the pressure on Emily’s noggin, however it also freed up Sanders’s hands, which promptly set to work increasing the pressure on West’s juggs a hundred-fold. “There’s no one better than me, princess.” Kristy chided at the end of one particularly nasty squeeze. Just all the chicks I’ve humiliated and all the chicks I haven’t wrestled yet. Now do you want to give up or do I get to keep playing with your pawns?” She punctuated the question by twissssssssting the champ’s buds through the thin material of her top.
West waggled a finger ‘no’ for Castle when he closed in to check for a surrender. The verbal reply she saved for Sanders Part Deux. “You’ve never played chess, have you, Kristy?”
“I once made Betty Sue Chiles eat a rook after she pulled my hair in seventh grade. Does that count?” the leopard-spotted lass chided between squeezes of gam and talon.
“Only tangentially speaking I’m afraid.” West grunted. “That’s a shame, because if you did play chess you’d know that anyone with even a handful of brain cells would happily sacrifice a few pawns--” ‘pawns’ was still on her lips when the Insidious intellectual grabbed Kristy’s shins in both hands and barrel rolled the both of ‘em onto their stomachs. It wasn’t a great angle for Emily so she improved her position by planting her knees against the mat and her hands against the back of Sanders’s thighs. Then she pushed up hard, wrenching her head loose of the Scissors with a sweaty ‘THWHOP!’
In addition to a clean getaway, Em’s exit strategy left her straddling Kristy’s knees. Bracing her left hand against the small of the other brunette’s back, West curled her right hand into a fist and pounded it in above her foe’s hip with surgical precision. Kristy shouted with hurt when the body blow ripped through her, but when she tried to buck Emily loose the Black Queen scooted up a little higher and snatched a huge handful of hair.
Pretty face lit up in a wicked smile, Em brushed some hair off Kristy’s brow and patted her cheek in a thoroughly condescending fashion. “As I was saying, the sacrifice of a few pawns is nothing in terms of the long game. In groping my chest you gave those morons a few seconds of tawdry pleasure. In return you’ll give me tears and a slobbered submission.
Kristy had one hand planted against the mat to lessen the strain on her back and neck, the other hand she wrapped around Emily’s wrists and dug in with her nails. “The fahk you will.” she snarled. “You’re the bytch who’s gonna scream my name before NNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Emily doubled down on the hair-holds, pushed up on her knees and THWHUMPED Sanders’s forehead into the mat with vicious authority. It wasn’t quite the Brain Drain, it did however leave the challenger pooled facedown and prone beneath the regal weight of the Amazing Academic. Certain the blunt force trauma would keep Sanders from doing anything of consequence for at least several seconds, Emily turned her focus to the FAWNatics.
“I spoke harshly in the heat of battle and for that I apologize. You’re not morons, you simply haven’t learned to make appropriate choices when it comes to heroines, martyrs and the like. While I could deliver any number of enlightening, entertaining speeches to sway your thinking, I believe actions speak far louder than words here in the ring, so allow me to treat you all to something that’s been sorely absent as of late.”
Taking the edge of Kristy’s abbreviated skirt in both hands, Emily peeled it up, giving her much better access to the leopard-sheathed buns beneath. Hands crossed at the wrist, she crooked her thumb and index fingers into ‘J’ shaped sickles and deftly wedged them into the crease between the Minnesotan’s buttocks and thighs. This didn’t raise any cheers of ‘FARM HAND!’ though it did draw pockets of grudging applause, especially when West hooked the rest of her fingers into Kristy’s inner thighs and really started to bear down.
Gritting her teeth as the Hammy Clamp gnawed at her legs, Sanders Part Deux pushed up on one hand and reached around for Emily with the other, unfortunately the cagey champion drew back every time Kristy’s fingers got too close to her nose or hair. Attacking the Clamp itself did no good either, whenever she tried to prize at Em’s hands the Sensual Scholar would dig in that much deeper and the pain would force Kristy to the mat with both hands buried in her hair.
“It is a rather agonizing experience, isn’t it?” Emily sounded sympathetic despite the fact that she was the root of her foe’s hurt. “If you were a bit taller you might be able to reach me. If you were a bit stronger you might be able to force me off. If you were a bit smarter you might be able to counter into a hold of your own. Alas, you are none of these things. Your current state of being leaves you with only two options, Kristy Sanders. Crawl to the ropes… or tap out like the pathetic little bytch your cousin always thought you were.”
Kristy growled, a pained, angry sound. She knew West was fucking with her head, there just wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it. Rather than engage, she jabbed her elbows into the canvas and started dragging herself toward salvation. Emily never tried to halt the Black Sheep’s progress but she didn’t relent on the Hammy Clamp either, she squeezed and kneaded opposing thighs right up until the moment Kristy grabbed the bottom rope and spat, “Get off me, bytch. Right. Now.”
West released the Clamp without so much as a word from the official, she did not however, make a move toward abandoning her mount. Capitalizing on those brief moments between the time Castle realized she wasn’t going to stand and the start of the five count, Emily hooked one hand into Kristy’s trunks and YANKED forward and up with an eye-watering wedgie. And because there was no such thing as too thorough a lesson, the Amazing Academic flattened her free hand into a paddle and blistered Kristy’s buns until Nick reached a demanding ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
Torn between the steely ache in her thighs and the burning sting in her undercarriage, Sanders Part Deux tended to the wedgie first and ignored her tush entirely in favor of her mauled gams. Throwing one arm over the middle strand, she gamely got to her knees before rising to her full height. When she turned to West there was a fire raging in her dark eyes. “Sweetie, if you were trying to convince me to not grind your nose right the hell off… you failed miserably.”
Emily took a step back and brushed the tip of her nose with her thumb. “If that’s all you took away from your time on the canvas… you may in fact be too stupid to live.”
Kristy stepped away from the ropes and hunched forward, looking very much like a big cat getting ready to spring. “I’ll remember that when you’re begging for mercy.”
Emily crooked a finger, all the better to beckon her forward. “I’m not going anywhere, brat. So whenever you work up the ner--”Kristy pounced and Emily stepped up to meet her-- right before she doubled over and slammed a shoulder into the challenger’s belly. Hooking Kristy behind the knees, Emily surged forward and went down on all fours, a move that THWHUMPED Sanders into the mat courtesy a ridiculously emphatic Double Leg Takedown.
With Kristy preoccupied cradling the back of her skull, West helped herself to the Minneostan’s left ankle and got to her feet. A few hard jerks dragged them both to the middle of the ring, meaning Emily had plenty of room for her next lesson. Holding Kristy’s leg away from her torso at a slight angle, West stepped over, hopped up and kicked her own gams out straight to THWHUMP a rude Leg Drop across Sanders’s left thigh. Far from done, the Insidious Intellectual grabbed Kristy’s left ankle in both hands and pulled it across her encroaching thigh to bend the challenger’s lower leg at an unpleasant angle.
From there she took hold of Kristy’s right leg and slung it over the exposed ankle, creating a Figure Four of sorts. Hooking her right ankle over Sanders’s right shin to keep it in place, West pushed up and scooted around so she was seated off to the other brunette’s left. Then she put her left foot against the inside of Kristy’s right knee and puuuuuuuushed forward to secure the modified Indian Deathlock she’d dubbed the Miskatonic Knot.
MISKATONIC KNOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgJ9EyhyeUM
The Black Sheep moaned in pain as the hold went to work on her knees, but she shook her head ‘no’ when Castle asked about a submission. Twisting onto her left side just to make sure there was no danger of both shoulders touching the canvas, Kristy reached for the ropes and cursed aloud when she realized they might as well have been on the moon.
“Once again you find yourself in an unenviable position, Kristy.” Emily murmured after a strong jolt made her foe pound the mat in frustration. “Tell me, are the Sanders’s genetically predisposed to reckless behavior or is it merely the product of a Midwestern upbringing?”
Kristy laid out on her back, but quickly pushed onto her hands to avoid even a one count. “Far as I can tell it’s the product of you being an insufferable piece of AAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHK!”
Emily puuuuusssshed on her right knee again, forcing Sanders to bury both hands in her hair. “You have one choice, my misguided adversary.” West purred. “Converse with me like a rational human being or scream like a helpless, sniveling little byt--” Kristy sat up and shot a claw at the champion’s thighs, a surefire way to break any hold if only the intended target hadn’t grabbed her wrist at the very last second. “A cheap gambit from a cheap young woman.” Emily snarled. “If it’s a catfight you wanted you should have just NNNNGGGHHH!”
Kristy decked her with a straight right to the jaw, which earned a warning from the ref and a whole lotta cheers from the FAWNatics. As for the Miskatonic Knot, it didn’t fall away entirely, but it loosened more than enough for Sanders Part Deux to squirm her way loose. Once returned to verticality she made to go after the stunned Courtier, alas her legs had other plans and she collapsed to one knee.
“I don’t think so, geek.” she growled under her breath. “Gonna take more than a gimp leg to stop me.” Forcing herself upright with a grimace of pain, the Minnesota Mauler stalked over to Emily, who’d just then made it to all fours. “It’s not that I WANT a catfight with you, West.” Kristy explained as she stepped over the penitent brunette’s shoulders, all the better to trap her in an uncommon application of the Standing Headscissors. “It’s just that I’ll do anything it takes to be the World Champ. And that includes smashing that big ‘ol chess club brain of yours.”
A grunting Emily reached up to claw at the challenger’s thighs, just as Sanders knew she would. Taking hold of a wrist in either hand, Kristy stretched the Black Queen’s arms out to either side, then hopped up and dropped to her knees. The landing wasn’t an entirely pleasant one, yet she endured it with a gleaming smile because she loved the heavy THWHUNK of West’s forehead striking the thinly-sheathed plywood. With her calves hooked under Em’s armpits, Kristy rolled the both of them over, whereupon she reached forward, caught West behind the knees and bundled her up for the…
HEADSCISSOR FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=awfS-Xivca8
ONE…
TWO…
Emily kicked her legs free, though she was still in a rather worrisome predicament. Sanders proved as much when she helped herself to West’s hair, got up and forced the woozy Queen to do the same. “I don’t usually do much in the way of pandering,” Sanders chided, “but no one’s fed to Corps since Ky went off the rez, so--” Her right hand flicked up CRAAACKED Emily across the cheek, much to the delight of those assembled.
Aware that it would be unwise to push her luck, especially with her right knee giving her such grief, Kristy passed on a second Bytch Slap and instead hunkered low enough to wrap her arms around West’s upper thighs. In the same breath she pushed up as high as she could and took a few tottering steps forward before she went down on one knee, the wounded challenger careful to THWHUMP Em’s crotch against her relatively pain-free left knee. Knocked onto her tiptoes by the Inverted Atomic Drop, West started to baby step away, then went down flat on her back when Sanders Part Deux swept both feet out from under.
“Did a pretty nasty number on my knees with that Leglock,” Kristy admitted after seizing the Amazing Academic’s left ankle, “think it’s only fair that I return the favor.”
“Fair… has nothing to do with it, Sanders.” Emily grunted. “The only thing that matters is what needs to be done and whether you have the stomach for EEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Kristy stood, stepped over Emily’s exposed left leg and dropped to her knees in a high speed twist that shut the champ’s mouth posthaste. With Em’s left leg folded behind her posted right leg, the Black Sheep laid West’s right leg over her own left shin to complete a vengeful Figure Four. After cementing the whole works in place by wedging Emily’s right shin into the pit of her left knee, Kristy somersaulted forward, thus rolling the Sensual Scholar onto her stomach while setting the challenger in place just below her legs, which were tangled in a rather spectacular Deathlock. Smirking openly when West tried crawling to the ropes, Kristy reached out with both hands, laced them under her prey’s chin and craaaaaaaaaanked up, putting immense pressure on Emily’s neck and spine, not to mention her already aching legs.
DEATHLOCK STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nN4JvQXFQJ0
“Yours was good. Mine’s better.” the Minnesota Mauler explained as the Deathlock STF set about breaking down Emily’s defenses. “The only thing left to do now is submit with a little dignity or pass out with tears running down your cheeks. What do you say, nerd? Ready to give me the gold?”
Nick asked the same question, albeit a bit more diplomatically, so Emily granted him a polite little ‘no’. (A finger waggle was out of the question, as both hands were planted against the mat to alleviate at least some of the pressure) Kristy on the other hand received nothing but scorn, a bold choice considering her relative lack of defense at the moment. “I think not, Kristy. You could no sooner make me surrender than you could emerge from the depths of your cousin’s long, corn-fed shadOOWWW! Oh, you’re going to pay dearly for that, you tramPPERRRGGGHHH!”
Sanders Part Deux gave up half the grip on Emily’s chin so she could cup her left hand over the champion’s left breast and squeeze until her knuckles turned white. “Could you repeat that?” Kristy asked sweetly. “I got distracted clawing your tits.”
Reddening from a combination of pain and embarrassment, Emily hissed, “Do you really think you’re the first idiot who tried to win a fight inside my topPPPPERRGGHH BYTCH!”
Sanders stopped clawing just long enough to work her hand under the cop of Emily’s top. Then she started up even nastier than before, the motivated challenger paying special attention to the bud of her foe’s nipple. “Oh, I know I’m not the first.” Kristy chuckled. “But judging on feel alone,” she tweaked West’s nub yet again, “I’m the best. Now do you want to tell the nice zebra you’ve had enough? Or do I just keep twisting?”
Emily reeeeeaaached for the ropes with one hand and when that didn’t work, she beckoned Castle to her. “What do you say, Emily? If you want to call it, let me know and I’ll put an end to it.”
“Too kind Nicholas, but I believe I’ll pass. I just wanted to apologize in advance for--” The Insidious Intellectual reached up and RAKED her fingers across Kristy’s eyes, momentarily reducing the challenger’s world to nothing more than a shimmer of tears.
“Watch the eyes!” Castle barked. “Don’t think I won’t disqualify you, Em!”
West paid him no mind, she was too busy sloughing off what remained of Kristy’s STF. Moving slower than usual after her prolonged time in the hold, Emily managed to make it all the way to boot-leather before an infuriated Black Sheep THWHAPPED a windmilling Forearm Smash down across the back of her neck.
Dropped to her knees by the blunt power of the Minnesotan’s shot, West offered minimal resistance when Sanders snatched a double handful of hair and forced her into a Standing Headscissors. “Not smart. Not smart at all.” Kristy muttered as she knuckled the last of the sheen from her eyes. “And here I thought you wanted to come out of this with a little of your reputation intact.” Neither her taunt or a long squeeze on the Scissors raised any response from Emily, so Kristy leaned forward and wrapped both arms around her waist. Hands locked, she dipped her knees and spun West onto her shoulders, the unmistakable stall position for a Powerbomb.
The change in vantage point must’ve cleared Emily’s head because she laced her fingers together behind Sanders’s noggin and clamped tight, a desperate attempt to block the challenger’s next move. Undeterred by this small roadblock, Kristy took a few steps to steady her balance, then jammed her forehead into the juncture of Emily’s thighs in a miniature Headbutt. West’s clasp loosened enough for Sanders to feel like she wouldn’t lose a couple chunks of scalp so she popped onto her toes, slung Emily forward and dropped to her tush, just PLANTING the smaller brunette against the mat with a flawless Sit-Out Powerbomb. Holding on after impact, Kristy placed her ankles over Emily’s biceps and leaned into her foe’s upturned haunches to keep her down and out for…
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xroW_nu3itU
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Emily smacked her legs against Kristy’s ears and turned onto one side, keeping her title safe for at least another three seconds. Sanders Part Deux raked a hand through her hair, then pounded it against the mat, her only show of frustration. When her nerves were settled she slid back, stood up and promptly snatched a double handful of hair. Yanking Emily onto her knees, the Minnesota Mauler crouched beside her and purred,
“Get a good look at the canvas now, brainiac. You won’t be seeing it for a long while.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when she tossed West forward and down into a face-first collision with the mat. Emily shuddered and placed one hand to her face while the other massaged the back of her head. Otherwise she made no attempt to move, which Kristy took as tacit approval to stomp to the nearest corner. The FAWNatics, always pleased when Emily got some comeuppance, grew all the louder as the Krazy half of Krazy Shea went out onto the apron and climbed to the high rent district.
Rising to her full five foot seven (
) Kristy stretched her arms into a wide ‘T’, then brought them together in a finger pistol which she aimed squarely at the head of her recovering adversary. “All right, bytch.” Sanders whispered. “Stand up. It’s time for me to tip you over.”
Several feet removed, Emily put both hands against the mat and started to rise. Kristy waited until she was upright but still doubled over before she sprang out into the void, her right leg kicked up and fully extended for a Kristy Krusher that-- Emily twisted aside with a whisper to spare, leaving the challenger to THAWHAM butt-first into the deck.
Silent only because the scream felt too big to leave her throat, Kristy pushed onto her knees and rolled onto all fours. Make that all threes, as she immediately dispatched one hand to inspect her throbbing tailbone. This all consuming attention was understandable considering the scope of the trauma recently endured, alas it meant her focus wasn’t on other things, the Black Queen chief among them. Fully upright after avoiding the Krusher, Emily assessed the situation in an instant and made the challenger pay a high price for her error by sprinting forward and THWHACKING her right foot against Sanders’s cheek in a brutal Soccer Kick.
SOCCER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aBfHfW9uzo
Kristy’s head snapped to the side and the rest of her followed thereafter, the blindsided challenger barrel rolling to within a few feet of the strands before coming to a stop. Weary but smiling all the same, Emily smoothed out her hair as she circled back around to the flattened brunette. “Something to keep in mind for your next match, dear.” The Malefic Malengine buried a hand in Sanders’s hair and lifted her head off the mat. “In hindsight a risk is only deemed courageous if it succeeds. Those that don’t are rightly labelled foolish and held up as a warning to others. If it’s any comfort, I believe you will serve FAWN far better as a warning, than a champion.”
It didn’t seem to matter to Kristy much one way or the other, seeing as how both hands hung limp at her sides as West scraped her off the mat. Leading her to the middle of the squared circle with no problem whatsoever, Emily tucked Sanders’s head under her left arm and slung the stricken woman’s near arm over her shoulders. Though she was quite satisfied with the depths of Kristy’s stupor, the Black Queen didn’t dawdle once the challenger was at her mercy. Equipped with her Facelock and a sturdy handful of leopard-print onsie, she dipped her knees and lifted her foe all the way to high noon. There she stayed for a full five seconds, more than enough time for Emily to turn a full circle, thus proving the show of strength was no illusion. Without warning she kicked both legs forward and laid out on her back which in turn brought Kristy THWHUNKING down full force on the crown of her skull. Kristy didn’t jolt or flop spasmodically, she merely settled out in a silent pool, the once fiery battler cooled to mere ashes of her former glory via the Cerebral Hemorrhage.
CEREBRAL HEMORRHAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpUT62xf_WU
Beside her, Emily West tapped her temple three times, then brushed a few fingers across the swell of her copious cleavage, thusly making sure they were damp when she ‘flicked’ a mist of sweat onto Sanders’s pretty face. “So much like your cousin. And neither of you realize it.”
Emily tsked softlty, then slung a leg over Kristy’s waist and climbed into a high straddle, one that saw her loop her right arm around the back of the Minnesotan’s defenseless head. From there she gripped her left bicep and cupped that hand against the back of Kristy’s head. As a final touch she rolled onto her side and wrapped both legs around the taller woman’s waist, a domineering and completely superfluous Bodyscissors considering that Kristy’s face had already been swallowed by the champion’s décolletage.
Careful to keep one shoulder off the mat at all times, West alternated pulses in the Scissors with a brief, powerful scrubbing of her prey’s features. She was ninety-nine point nine-nine percent certain Sanders was already unconscious, but she figured the bending of brunette nose against her sternum would remove all doubt and besides, Gladiatrix always loved a top down angle of her working the Front Sleeper.
Castle was equally convinced of the challenger’s unconsciousness, yet he held back long enough for the fans to get their cheers in. Once they’d gone unanswered for almost ten seconds, he dropped to one knee and tapped Kristy’s shoulder.
No response.
“Allow me to save you the trouble, Nicholas.” Emily said when the official reached for Kristy’s wrist. Before he could protest she rolled Kristy onto her back and transitioned from the Scissors to a Double Leg Grapevine. Stretching Sanders’s gams wide, Emily put her palms against the mat so that her devastating juggs could do the honors of the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Emily rolled her shoulders back n’ forth, gently nudging Kristy’s smudgy features with her girls to make sure there was no mistake. She’d just leaned back on her haunches when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… EMILY WEST!”
Her reign secure for another night, the Black Queen stood up and allowed Castle to raise her hand after he’d strapped the championship around her waist. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she put a boot on Kristy’s chest, a casually domineering reminder of her victory that’d look great on the Gladiatrix table of contents. “Tell me FAWN, have you learned your lesson?”
Jeers from all around, a show of willful obstinacy that made Emily’s head hurt. “So be it. We’ll meet back here tomorrow. But please, try to send a more durable proxy.” she pressed down on Kristy’s jugs with the toe of her boot, “how do you expect me to educate anyone with such flimsy materials?”
They didn’t respond with anything cogent, so Emily tapped her temple, then she climbed through the ropes and made her way up the aisle, the next lesson plan for FAWN already formulating between her ears.
Cheers from those assembled as the house lights blinked to inky blackness. The dark was quickly pierced with twisting, twirling strobes, an inspired swirl of golden spotlights interspersed with leopard spots that filled the arena. A feral feline growl tore loose from the speakers. On its heels came the opening strains of Velvet Revolver’s cover of ‘Psycho Killer’.
PSYCHO KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujB-pxOQJ-Y
KRISTY SANDERS:
Kristy swatted the curtain aside, stepped through and paused to take in the reaction, which was the most enthusiastic she’d received for a singles outing in a very long time. Hands on her hips, she glanced into the nearest camera and said, “So tell me, are you rooting for me or against Emily? OR have you finally realized that I was the only Sanders you ever needed?” Patently uninterested in the answer, she started down the ramp to the squared circle.
For her attempt to claim FAWN’s biggest prize Sanders wore her trademark leopard print one-piece, the material seemingly painted on. Below the ‘skirtish’ bum-hugging bottoms of the strapless onesy, was a flash of similarly spotted panties, and, not that many noticed. The ‘jungle cat’ concluded her attire with black pads and boots. It was in fact the same outfit she’d been wearing when she’d floored Hayley Kennedy a few weeks prior and it was that victory that’d earned her the offer of a title shot not from brass, but from West herself the very next day. And if the leopard spots were good enough to defuse the Ultimate Weapon, they were good enough to unseat the Black Queen.
Traveling the aisle with minimal fanfare (though she did stop to pause in front of a sign that read: KRISTY WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG!’) Sanders Part Deux broke into a short sprint, dove under the bottom rope and slid a good ways before springing to her feet. After that it was quick march to the nearest corner, where she mounted the second rope and treated the crowd to a sturdy double bicep flex. “Tonight’s the last night they call me the Black Sheep!” she promised. “Tomorrow morning they’ll be calling me the Gold Standard. No wait, make that the Gold Sanders!”
Senior referee Nick Castle was inspecting Kristy’s pads and boots when the Announcer resumed speaking. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court hailing from Dunwich Massachusetts, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and twenty-two pounds. She is the One Hundredth Percentile, the Black Queen and the reigning and defending FAWN World Champion… EMILY WEST!”
The boos came and the lights went, but unlike the former, the latter didn’t last for long. Accompanied by the plinking introduction to ’Handlebars’, a bank of spotlights illuminated the squared circle, transforming it into an eight by eight grid of black and white squares, the only chessboard worthy of the architect of FAWN’s grand design. When Jonny 5 reminded everyone he could ‘keep rhythm with no metronome, no metronome’ Emily West stepped through the curtain.
EMILY WEST:
Smirking out into the gloom, Emily stepped forward, reached to the small of her back and undid the clasp holding FAWN‘s biggest prize. This she raised overhead, a brazen reminder that she’d assumed control of the title because when you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself.
For her first encounter with the relatively less wayward half of the Sanders contingent, Emily wore a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started just below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Below, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Travelling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) West’s strong legs were armoured in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. Her big match look was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of Emily’s favourite chess piece.
Having taken the measure of the entire audience in mere moments, Emily draped the belt over one shoulder and headed down the aisle, the inhabitants of which she totally ignored, save for one rather traumatized young man waving a sign that read:
‘WHAT’VE YOU DONE TO KYLIE?’
West stopped to consider the question. “Do? I didn’t do anything, sir. I merely told you all what I saw in Kylie Sanders from the moment I laid eyes on her. I told you all from the very beginning and no one listened. No one believed. But you believe now, don’t you? Would it be a comfort if I told you I wish I’d been wrong?”
He shook his head ’no’ then lowered the sign and sat down. If she hadn’t had a lesson to teach, Emily might’ve felt sorry for him. Dismissing sentiment from her oh so expansive mind, the Amazing Academic made her way to the steps, ascended them, then paused at the top while the canvas regained its usual appearance. Gliding between the ropes when everything was just so, West crossed the ring and mounted the far turnbuckles to better look out on all the pieces of her game board. Once again she raised the title and tapped its golden faceplate three times.
I’m. So. Smart.
The pawns disagreed in a most vociferous manner but their opinion was irrelevant to the outcome of this game, so Emily climbed down from the buckles and handed her belt over to Nick Castle. “Find anything illicit hidden on the challenger, Nicholas?” West enquired while offering her own wrists, elbows and knees to the head referee.
“Nope. Nothing to worry about, Em. She’s clean.”
“That’s too bad.” she murmured as he moved into position at the center of the ring, “It could’ve made things quite a bit more interesting.”
A trifle unsure of how to interpret the babyface reaction without Shea at her side, Kristy nodded a brief thanks to the FAWNatics, then pushed out of her corner as soon as the bell rang. Always pleased to encounter a foe who wouldn’t waste her time, Emily pushed off the buckles a heartbeat later and shortly thereafter the pair of brunettes met at mid-ring.
“I’m still not convinced this match isn’t your convoluted way of giving a screw you to London and my cousin,” Sanders muttered as she circled the World Champion, “but motives don’t matter at this point. All that matters is the title and how it’s gonna be around my waist at the end of the night.”
West gave Kristy a small smile. “Indeed, motives are incidental when gold is on the line. Now, are you ready to step up and test the waters of the Main Ev--”
The Minnesota Mauler surged forward and swept Emily into a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Forcing the champ back on her heels, Sanders shifted over to a two-handed grip on Emily’s left hand and bent it back toward the Insidious Intellectual’s shoulder in an Overhand Wristlock. West grimaced in pain, reached over with her free hand and grabbed hold of Kristy’s wrists then pushed back against the pressure of the joint-lock. Sanders sampled Emily’s strength for a moment, then shifted her left foot behind the champ’s left heel and pushed forward in hopes of tripping her to the mat. Em held her ground against the Wristlock for a moment, which allowed her enough time to set her feet and strengthen her grip on the other woman’s wrists. Once those hooks were in she stopped pushing and let Kristy push her down and backward into a bridge that ended with the tips of her toes and the crown of her head balanced against the mat.
“It’s really simple, brainiac.” Sanders muttered as she continued to wrench West’s wrist. “Give up right now or I’ll break your arHEY!”
Emily pushed off with a grunt and worked her way back to verticality in spite of Kristy’s efforts to the contrary. Smirking when she’d regained all the ground she’d lost, West shouldered against the challenger and replied, “I give you the greatest opportunity of your career and you respond with threats of permanent bodily harm? Delightful. Now I won’t feel bad about--” Emily pushed onto her toes, then laid out on her right side and slung Sanders across the mat with an improvised Arm Drag.
Kristy tumbled close to the ropes, pushed to one knee and shook her head in irritation. “Neat trick there, geek. But tricks aren’t going to be enough to stop me tonight.”
West only adjusted her outfit and beckoned the challenger forward. “No tricks here, Kristy. Just a benevolent champion granting a favour to an underappreciated challenger. Of course if you’re feeling the pressure no one would think less of you if climbed out of the ring and trudged up the ramp.” She waited a beat before twisting the knife. “You are a Sanders, after all.”
Kristy snorted, stood up and stomped to the middle of the squared circle. “No chance, Em’s. If I leave this ring without the title it’s because I left on a stretcher.”
With that she raised her right hand and curled it into a loose claw. The Black Queen regarded Sanders Part Deux for a moment, then stepped in close and raised laced her fingers with Kristy’s. “You should be careful about voicing that sort of hypothetical within my hearing, Kristy. Such things have an odd way of coming true when I’m around.”
Sanders rolled her eyes and replied, “Whatever you say, West. Now get your hand up and NNNGGGH!”
Em got her hands up all right, but instead of completing the Test of Strength she smashed a straight jab into the taller brunette’s mouth. Transitioning to a standard Wristlock in the blink of an eye, West twisted around behind Sanders and pulled the captured arm tight across the Minnesotan’s own neck. Kristy had just a moment to worry about the Cut-Throat before Emily hopped up and dropped to her back. Torn from her moorings, Kristy THWHAMMED down on the back of her head and shoulders with enough force to send her legs flopping up over her head in a limp Matchbook.
CUT-THROAT NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFzajdkYs1I
West didn’t bother to go for a cover, rather she pulled Kristy to a woozy seat and snuggled in against her back. “I don’t have to break any bones to make my point,” the Insidious Intellectual murmured as she reached over the challenger’s right shoulder to claim possession of Kristy’s left wrist, “I will however shatter any delusions you might’ve had before the bell sounded.” Mirroring the hold on Sanders’s right hand, West posted a knee between the other brunette’s shoulders and pulled ‘em back in a modified Chinlock.
Kristy flushed and scooted forward a few inches, but her progress came to an abrupt halt when Emily worked those crossed arms a little higher, cutting off that much more of her opponent’s air. “What’s the word, Kristy?” Nick asked as Sanders’s face went from pink to red. “Do you need me to call it?” She shook her head ‘no’ as best she could, then kicked her right leg out and started driving her heel into the mat. The fans caught on quickly enough and they began to kick and stomp along with the challenger.
Far from displeased, Emily regarded the capacity crowd with an amazed smile. “Astounding.” she said quietly. “When the Corps needed somewhere to go…they came to you. And just like that the Black Sheep has become the Golden Girl.” Kristy paid no attention to the Amazing Academic, she was too busy twisting left n’ right, trying to slip loose of the Chinlock. The FAWNatics got louder as Sanders got closer and closer to freedom, indeed they were ready to leap to their feet when Emily used the other brunette’s momentum to roll her onto her stomach. From there she climbed onto Sanders’s back and craaaaaaaaaanked up on what was now a Straightjacket Camel Clutch.
STRAIGHTJACKET CAMEL CLUTCH @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgPUgSba8lE
“Oh, don’t get quiet on me now!” Emily called to the fans, who’d grown noticeably more subdued in the wake of Kristy’s foiled escape. “Surely the newly minted Kristy Corps won’t let their heroine suffer in silence?” That got them cheering again but West wasn’t entirely certain of their commitment to the cause so she planted her feet flat and poured that much more pressure into breath stealing hold.
Vaguely aware that several thousand someone’s were chanting her name, Kristy stopped trying to wriggle her hands loose and worked on getting a knee under her. The going was slow at first, not to mention uncomfortable, as all the wriggling and adjusting put a nice pink shine on her upper thighs. But it all paid off in the end as she managed to push to one knee, effectively forcing West from the perch on her back.
Still looking remarkably nonplussed even as the noise and challenger started to rise, the Black Queen kept her Straightjacket pulled tight up until the moment Sanders Part Deux returned to boot leather. That was when Emily left hers, the calculating battler taking to the skies to better stuff both knees between her opponent’s shoulders. West leaned back and gravity did the rest, tearing Kristy down and back to THWHUMP against those wickedly-posted joints. Bounced to her butt for all of half a heartbeat, Sanders slopped out onto her back and tried to muster her strength for the cover that… didn’t happen.
STRAIGHTJACKET LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fu-M6_1rFxc
Pleased with her progress thus far but far from ready to call this lesson to a close, Emily got to her feet and strode over to the nearest corner without so much as a backwards glance at the Black Sheep. From there she mounted the second rope, a perfect pulpit from which to address the sold-out crowd. “Please tell me you’ve finally seen the truth.” she said quite earnestly. “You’ve thrown years of support behind Shea London and she failed you time and time again. You threw that same support behind Kylie and not only did she fail you, she BETRAYED you. Now you’re behind Kristy and what’s she doing? Why, she’s fighting to draw a breath. The time has come for you all to admit that what you really need is not a heroine, but consistency. Friends, if that’s what you crave, stop fighting and bend the knee to the Black CouRRWHOOAAHHH!”
Turned out Kristy wasn’t as breathless as Emily thought, a fact she discovered when the Black Sheep stalked up to the corner and wedged her head through the champ’s legs. Gripping West’s knees for extra support, Sanders tugged her free of the corner, swung around in a half circle and made her way to the centre of the ring. Far from a passive passenger, Emily buried one hand in Kristy’s hair and jerked her head back, making it that much easier to pound her knuckles against the Minnesotan’s noggin.
“Set me down at once, Sanders.” she demanded. “Any other response will be seen as an overt sign of--”
Kristy moved her hands to the smaller brunette’s bottom, then dipped her knees and pushed up onto her toes to shove West free of her perch. In the next instant she caught Ems around the thighs and sat out, adding her own considerable momentum to the THWHAM that slammed the Malefic Malengine flat on her face, chest and tummy. Emily bounced on impact and Sanders thought about turning her over into a cover, but decided against it, knowing in her heart there was no way she’d take the World Title on a single move.
ELECTRIC CHAIR FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ex2xTEUtipQ
Two moves though? That was entirely within the realm of possibility.
Thusly she shifted her grip from West’s thighs to her hips and made sure her hands were knotted firmly before getting to her feet. When she did Emily’s curvy frame was lifted up at a feet-first forty-five degree angle, a position Kristy’s fans knew quite well. “This one sure does talk a lot of shyt, huh?” Sanders asked of her ever-increasing fan base. “Good thing I brought a wheelbarrow to hold it all.” With that she dropped her hips and to whip Emily, up over and down onto the back of her head via a THWHUMPING Wheelbarrow Suplex.
WHEELBARROW SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vY3xq2kPdgc
Breaking the Waistlock when the touched down, Sanders Part Deux rolled onto her belly and crawled forward until her shoulders were wedged into the pits of Emily’s knees, which forced the champ’s feet up over her shoulders in a high, tight Matchbook. Hands flat on the canvas, Kristy pushed onto her toes and smirked into Emily’s face while Nick kicked off her reign with a…
ONE…
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West bucked her legs hard, forcing Sanders back onto her haunches with a second to spare. Kristy didn’t argue with Castle’s count, she only put her hands on her thighs and took a deep breath, using the momentary reprieve to soothe out some of the kinks West had worked into her back and neck. “You make it sound like I actively campaigned to take over the Corps.” Sanders muttered once she’d regained her feet and dragged Emily up alongside. “I didn’t ask for them and I don’t particularly WANT them, but if those people need to rally behind someone who’s gonna kick you and cuz’s duplicitous asses,” she paused long enough to THWHAP a stiff Forearm Smash across Emily’s shoulders, “I’m sure as hell not gonna tell ‘em they can’t urge me on.”
Taking hold of the stooped brunette’s right wrist in both hands, Sanders stepped back and slung West into the ropes with an Irish Whip made far less ordinary by the fact that she kept half the Wristlock in place and raced along a few paces behind. Kristy let loose just as the Amazing Academic turned into the strands and that’s when she PWAAAKED the beefiest part of her thigh right thigh up across West’s midriff. Emily grunted and doubled forward so the Black Sheep snatched her wrist again and hurled her back the way she’d came, again following along in her wake. A second Kneelift in less than a minute had West slouching butt-first on the middle strand, not that her apparent exhaustion meant a damned thing to Kristy. In fact she seemed to kick it up a notch as Emily slowed down, claiming her right wrist to make sure they were tethered to one another when she stepped back and yanked the reeling champion off the ropes.
No third Kneelift was this, the Minnesota Mauler dipped under West’s right arm and curled her own around the brainiac’s chest. Sidling in tight against Emily’s side, Kristy reached around with her free hand to secure a tight knot, then sprang into the air and laid out full length to THWHAM the Insidious Intellectual against the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy of a Side Effect.
SIDE EFFECT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9Ki_Vkt-8o
Sanders rolled onto her stomach after the move hit and draped herself over Emily’s gulping chest in a loose Crossbody that got considerably tighter when she hooked the far leg. Castle was in perfect position and didn’t miss a beat in swooping in to count the…
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West shot a shoulder up and infuriated the FAWNatics that much more by waggling her index finger ’no, no, no!’ Kristy smirked, grabbed hold of the extended digit and bent it back until the Black Queen yelped aloud.
“Point this thing at me one more time and I’ll break it off.” Kristy chided in the midst of using the unique grip to force West back to her feet.
The Midwestern Finger Trap proved quite effective at keeping Emily docile until the challenger tossed it aside so she could sling her left arm over one shoulder and thread the other between her foe’s gams. Cupping a generous handful of buttock, Kristy scooped Em up over her right shoulder and turned in a circle so the whole crowd could get a great angle. It also allowed Sanders Part Deux her pick of crash sites and when she had one she slung the smaller brunette forward and down, driving her into the mat with a BOOMING Scoop Slam. The impact of it forced West to sit up, so Sanders put a hand on her forehead, shoved her down and planted a quick Kneedrop between her eyes to make sure she wouldn’t go anywhere. Then she pointed to a corner off to Emily’s left and asked the sold out crowd, “Did you know leopards could fly?”
They confessed that they were unaware of this fact, but they urged the surging challenger to bring light to the darkness of their ignorance. Happy to do so because it meant she could continue punishing the champion, Kristy jogged to the corner, stepped out onto the apron and made her way to the third floor. Perched high above her prey, Kristy looked out on the crowd before focusing on the nearest camera. “Cop all the bad girl ‘tude you want, cuz, it’s your year to write the Christmas letter anyway.” That said, she sprang out into the void and leaned waaaaaaaaay back, stretching out almost parallel to the mat in the couple of seconds before she THWHUMPED down back-first with all of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds on Emily’s chest.
SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGEvbp8IeFA
Sliding from the champ to her tush in the aftershocks, Kristy hooked one arm around the Sensual Scholar’s left leg and curled the other around the back of her head, curling her into a tight bundle for the…
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THR--
Emily scissored her legs around Sanders’s left arm and pulled her back onto her shoulders, the incredulous challenger suddenly looking up at the lights and kicking her legs through…
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THRNOOOO!
Kristy flopped over onto her belly, pushed to her feet and immediately presented two fingers to the official. He nodded, allowing the brunette’s heart to resume something like a normal rhythm. Furious at the lapse, Sanders rounded on the prone Courtier and dropped a big leg across her windpipe. Far from satisfied, she scooted into place just above West’s vaunted braincase and slipped her own glorious stems around Emily’s neck. Ankles locked, Kristy pushed up on her hands and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed her thighs, using brute gam strength in hopes of earning some World Championship gold.
“Tap out or pass out, doesn’t matter to me.” Sanders noted after she’d driven her heels into the struggling woman’s crotch. “Ok, that’s a lie. I’d like to hear you submit, if only so I can ignore it until Castle has to pull me off. I won’t cry if you pass out though… I’ll just take the belt and enjoy a nice seat on your face.”
Emily didn’t answer at once, but when she did she sounded quite confident for someone in such a disadvantageous position. “Better than you have tried and failed, Kristy Sanders. You’d be better served just finishing me off instead of trying to lull me into a stupor with these idle thrEERGGGHHHHH!”
The Black Sheep dropped to her tush, which alleviated some of the pressure on Emily’s noggin, however it also freed up Sanders’s hands, which promptly set to work increasing the pressure on West’s juggs a hundred-fold. “There’s no one better than me, princess.” Kristy chided at the end of one particularly nasty squeeze. Just all the chicks I’ve humiliated and all the chicks I haven’t wrestled yet. Now do you want to give up or do I get to keep playing with your pawns?” She punctuated the question by twissssssssting the champ’s buds through the thin material of her top.
West waggled a finger ‘no’ for Castle when he closed in to check for a surrender. The verbal reply she saved for Sanders Part Deux. “You’ve never played chess, have you, Kristy?”
“I once made Betty Sue Chiles eat a rook after she pulled my hair in seventh grade. Does that count?” the leopard-spotted lass chided between squeezes of gam and talon.
“Only tangentially speaking I’m afraid.” West grunted. “That’s a shame, because if you did play chess you’d know that anyone with even a handful of brain cells would happily sacrifice a few pawns--” ‘pawns’ was still on her lips when the Insidious intellectual grabbed Kristy’s shins in both hands and barrel rolled the both of ‘em onto their stomachs. It wasn’t a great angle for Emily so she improved her position by planting her knees against the mat and her hands against the back of Sanders’s thighs. Then she pushed up hard, wrenching her head loose of the Scissors with a sweaty ‘THWHOP!’
In addition to a clean getaway, Em’s exit strategy left her straddling Kristy’s knees. Bracing her left hand against the small of the other brunette’s back, West curled her right hand into a fist and pounded it in above her foe’s hip with surgical precision. Kristy shouted with hurt when the body blow ripped through her, but when she tried to buck Emily loose the Black Queen scooted up a little higher and snatched a huge handful of hair.
Pretty face lit up in a wicked smile, Em brushed some hair off Kristy’s brow and patted her cheek in a thoroughly condescending fashion. “As I was saying, the sacrifice of a few pawns is nothing in terms of the long game. In groping my chest you gave those morons a few seconds of tawdry pleasure. In return you’ll give me tears and a slobbered submission.
Kristy had one hand planted against the mat to lessen the strain on her back and neck, the other hand she wrapped around Emily’s wrists and dug in with her nails. “The fahk you will.” she snarled. “You’re the bytch who’s gonna scream my name before NNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Emily doubled down on the hair-holds, pushed up on her knees and THWHUMPED Sanders’s forehead into the mat with vicious authority. It wasn’t quite the Brain Drain, it did however leave the challenger pooled facedown and prone beneath the regal weight of the Amazing Academic. Certain the blunt force trauma would keep Sanders from doing anything of consequence for at least several seconds, Emily turned her focus to the FAWNatics.
“I spoke harshly in the heat of battle and for that I apologize. You’re not morons, you simply haven’t learned to make appropriate choices when it comes to heroines, martyrs and the like. While I could deliver any number of enlightening, entertaining speeches to sway your thinking, I believe actions speak far louder than words here in the ring, so allow me to treat you all to something that’s been sorely absent as of late.”
Taking the edge of Kristy’s abbreviated skirt in both hands, Emily peeled it up, giving her much better access to the leopard-sheathed buns beneath. Hands crossed at the wrist, she crooked her thumb and index fingers into ‘J’ shaped sickles and deftly wedged them into the crease between the Minnesotan’s buttocks and thighs. This didn’t raise any cheers of ‘FARM HAND!’ though it did draw pockets of grudging applause, especially when West hooked the rest of her fingers into Kristy’s inner thighs and really started to bear down.
Gritting her teeth as the Hammy Clamp gnawed at her legs, Sanders Part Deux pushed up on one hand and reached around for Emily with the other, unfortunately the cagey champion drew back every time Kristy’s fingers got too close to her nose or hair. Attacking the Clamp itself did no good either, whenever she tried to prize at Em’s hands the Sensual Scholar would dig in that much deeper and the pain would force Kristy to the mat with both hands buried in her hair.
“It is a rather agonizing experience, isn’t it?” Emily sounded sympathetic despite the fact that she was the root of her foe’s hurt. “If you were a bit taller you might be able to reach me. If you were a bit stronger you might be able to force me off. If you were a bit smarter you might be able to counter into a hold of your own. Alas, you are none of these things. Your current state of being leaves you with only two options, Kristy Sanders. Crawl to the ropes… or tap out like the pathetic little bytch your cousin always thought you were.”
Kristy growled, a pained, angry sound. She knew West was fucking with her head, there just wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it. Rather than engage, she jabbed her elbows into the canvas and started dragging herself toward salvation. Emily never tried to halt the Black Sheep’s progress but she didn’t relent on the Hammy Clamp either, she squeezed and kneaded opposing thighs right up until the moment Kristy grabbed the bottom rope and spat, “Get off me, bytch. Right. Now.”
West released the Clamp without so much as a word from the official, she did not however, make a move toward abandoning her mount. Capitalizing on those brief moments between the time Castle realized she wasn’t going to stand and the start of the five count, Emily hooked one hand into Kristy’s trunks and YANKED forward and up with an eye-watering wedgie. And because there was no such thing as too thorough a lesson, the Amazing Academic flattened her free hand into a paddle and blistered Kristy’s buns until Nick reached a demanding ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
Torn between the steely ache in her thighs and the burning sting in her undercarriage, Sanders Part Deux tended to the wedgie first and ignored her tush entirely in favor of her mauled gams. Throwing one arm over the middle strand, she gamely got to her knees before rising to her full height. When she turned to West there was a fire raging in her dark eyes. “Sweetie, if you were trying to convince me to not grind your nose right the hell off… you failed miserably.”
Emily took a step back and brushed the tip of her nose with her thumb. “If that’s all you took away from your time on the canvas… you may in fact be too stupid to live.”
Kristy stepped away from the ropes and hunched forward, looking very much like a big cat getting ready to spring. “I’ll remember that when you’re begging for mercy.”
Emily crooked a finger, all the better to beckon her forward. “I’m not going anywhere, brat. So whenever you work up the ner--”Kristy pounced and Emily stepped up to meet her-- right before she doubled over and slammed a shoulder into the challenger’s belly. Hooking Kristy behind the knees, Emily surged forward and went down on all fours, a move that THWHUMPED Sanders into the mat courtesy a ridiculously emphatic Double Leg Takedown.
With Kristy preoccupied cradling the back of her skull, West helped herself to the Minneostan’s left ankle and got to her feet. A few hard jerks dragged them both to the middle of the ring, meaning Emily had plenty of room for her next lesson. Holding Kristy’s leg away from her torso at a slight angle, West stepped over, hopped up and kicked her own gams out straight to THWHUMP a rude Leg Drop across Sanders’s left thigh. Far from done, the Insidious Intellectual grabbed Kristy’s left ankle in both hands and pulled it across her encroaching thigh to bend the challenger’s lower leg at an unpleasant angle.
From there she took hold of Kristy’s right leg and slung it over the exposed ankle, creating a Figure Four of sorts. Hooking her right ankle over Sanders’s right shin to keep it in place, West pushed up and scooted around so she was seated off to the other brunette’s left. Then she put her left foot against the inside of Kristy’s right knee and puuuuuuuushed forward to secure the modified Indian Deathlock she’d dubbed the Miskatonic Knot.
MISKATONIC KNOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgJ9EyhyeUM
The Black Sheep moaned in pain as the hold went to work on her knees, but she shook her head ‘no’ when Castle asked about a submission. Twisting onto her left side just to make sure there was no danger of both shoulders touching the canvas, Kristy reached for the ropes and cursed aloud when she realized they might as well have been on the moon.
“Once again you find yourself in an unenviable position, Kristy.” Emily murmured after a strong jolt made her foe pound the mat in frustration. “Tell me, are the Sanders’s genetically predisposed to reckless behavior or is it merely the product of a Midwestern upbringing?”
Kristy laid out on her back, but quickly pushed onto her hands to avoid even a one count. “Far as I can tell it’s the product of you being an insufferable piece of AAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHK!”
Emily puuuuusssshed on her right knee again, forcing Sanders to bury both hands in her hair. “You have one choice, my misguided adversary.” West purred. “Converse with me like a rational human being or scream like a helpless, sniveling little byt--” Kristy sat up and shot a claw at the champion’s thighs, a surefire way to break any hold if only the intended target hadn’t grabbed her wrist at the very last second. “A cheap gambit from a cheap young woman.” Emily snarled. “If it’s a catfight you wanted you should have just NNNNGGGHHH!”
Kristy decked her with a straight right to the jaw, which earned a warning from the ref and a whole lotta cheers from the FAWNatics. As for the Miskatonic Knot, it didn’t fall away entirely, but it loosened more than enough for Sanders Part Deux to squirm her way loose. Once returned to verticality she made to go after the stunned Courtier, alas her legs had other plans and she collapsed to one knee.
“I don’t think so, geek.” she growled under her breath. “Gonna take more than a gimp leg to stop me.” Forcing herself upright with a grimace of pain, the Minnesota Mauler stalked over to Emily, who’d just then made it to all fours. “It’s not that I WANT a catfight with you, West.” Kristy explained as she stepped over the penitent brunette’s shoulders, all the better to trap her in an uncommon application of the Standing Headscissors. “It’s just that I’ll do anything it takes to be the World Champ. And that includes smashing that big ‘ol chess club brain of yours.”
A grunting Emily reached up to claw at the challenger’s thighs, just as Sanders knew she would. Taking hold of a wrist in either hand, Kristy stretched the Black Queen’s arms out to either side, then hopped up and dropped to her knees. The landing wasn’t an entirely pleasant one, yet she endured it with a gleaming smile because she loved the heavy THWHUNK of West’s forehead striking the thinly-sheathed plywood. With her calves hooked under Em’s armpits, Kristy rolled the both of them over, whereupon she reached forward, caught West behind the knees and bundled her up for the…
HEADSCISSOR FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=awfS-Xivca8
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Emily kicked her legs free, though she was still in a rather worrisome predicament. Sanders proved as much when she helped herself to West’s hair, got up and forced the woozy Queen to do the same. “I don’t usually do much in the way of pandering,” Sanders chided, “but no one’s fed to Corps since Ky went off the rez, so--” Her right hand flicked up CRAAACKED Emily across the cheek, much to the delight of those assembled.
Aware that it would be unwise to push her luck, especially with her right knee giving her such grief, Kristy passed on a second Bytch Slap and instead hunkered low enough to wrap her arms around West’s upper thighs. In the same breath she pushed up as high as she could and took a few tottering steps forward before she went down on one knee, the wounded challenger careful to THWHUMP Em’s crotch against her relatively pain-free left knee. Knocked onto her tiptoes by the Inverted Atomic Drop, West started to baby step away, then went down flat on her back when Sanders Part Deux swept both feet out from under.
“Did a pretty nasty number on my knees with that Leglock,” Kristy admitted after seizing the Amazing Academic’s left ankle, “think it’s only fair that I return the favor.”
“Fair… has nothing to do with it, Sanders.” Emily grunted. “The only thing that matters is what needs to be done and whether you have the stomach for EEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Kristy stood, stepped over Emily’s exposed left leg and dropped to her knees in a high speed twist that shut the champ’s mouth posthaste. With Em’s left leg folded behind her posted right leg, the Black Sheep laid West’s right leg over her own left shin to complete a vengeful Figure Four. After cementing the whole works in place by wedging Emily’s right shin into the pit of her left knee, Kristy somersaulted forward, thus rolling the Sensual Scholar onto her stomach while setting the challenger in place just below her legs, which were tangled in a rather spectacular Deathlock. Smirking openly when West tried crawling to the ropes, Kristy reached out with both hands, laced them under her prey’s chin and craaaaaaaaaanked up, putting immense pressure on Emily’s neck and spine, not to mention her already aching legs.
DEATHLOCK STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nN4JvQXFQJ0
“Yours was good. Mine’s better.” the Minnesota Mauler explained as the Deathlock STF set about breaking down Emily’s defenses. “The only thing left to do now is submit with a little dignity or pass out with tears running down your cheeks. What do you say, nerd? Ready to give me the gold?”
Nick asked the same question, albeit a bit more diplomatically, so Emily granted him a polite little ‘no’. (A finger waggle was out of the question, as both hands were planted against the mat to alleviate at least some of the pressure) Kristy on the other hand received nothing but scorn, a bold choice considering her relative lack of defense at the moment. “I think not, Kristy. You could no sooner make me surrender than you could emerge from the depths of your cousin’s long, corn-fed shadOOWWW! Oh, you’re going to pay dearly for that, you tramPPERRRGGGHHH!”
Sanders Part Deux gave up half the grip on Emily’s chin so she could cup her left hand over the champion’s left breast and squeeze until her knuckles turned white. “Could you repeat that?” Kristy asked sweetly. “I got distracted clawing your tits.”
Reddening from a combination of pain and embarrassment, Emily hissed, “Do you really think you’re the first idiot who tried to win a fight inside my topPPPPERRGGHH BYTCH!”
Sanders stopped clawing just long enough to work her hand under the cop of Emily’s top. Then she started up even nastier than before, the motivated challenger paying special attention to the bud of her foe’s nipple. “Oh, I know I’m not the first.” Kristy chuckled. “But judging on feel alone,” she tweaked West’s nub yet again, “I’m the best. Now do you want to tell the nice zebra you’ve had enough? Or do I just keep twisting?”
Emily reeeeeaaached for the ropes with one hand and when that didn’t work, she beckoned Castle to her. “What do you say, Emily? If you want to call it, let me know and I’ll put an end to it.”
“Too kind Nicholas, but I believe I’ll pass. I just wanted to apologize in advance for--” The Insidious Intellectual reached up and RAKED her fingers across Kristy’s eyes, momentarily reducing the challenger’s world to nothing more than a shimmer of tears.
“Watch the eyes!” Castle barked. “Don’t think I won’t disqualify you, Em!”
West paid him no mind, she was too busy sloughing off what remained of Kristy’s STF. Moving slower than usual after her prolonged time in the hold, Emily managed to make it all the way to boot-leather before an infuriated Black Sheep THWHAPPED a windmilling Forearm Smash down across the back of her neck.
Dropped to her knees by the blunt power of the Minnesotan’s shot, West offered minimal resistance when Sanders snatched a double handful of hair and forced her into a Standing Headscissors. “Not smart. Not smart at all.” Kristy muttered as she knuckled the last of the sheen from her eyes. “And here I thought you wanted to come out of this with a little of your reputation intact.” Neither her taunt or a long squeeze on the Scissors raised any response from Emily, so Kristy leaned forward and wrapped both arms around her waist. Hands locked, she dipped her knees and spun West onto her shoulders, the unmistakable stall position for a Powerbomb.
The change in vantage point must’ve cleared Emily’s head because she laced her fingers together behind Sanders’s noggin and clamped tight, a desperate attempt to block the challenger’s next move. Undeterred by this small roadblock, Kristy took a few steps to steady her balance, then jammed her forehead into the juncture of Emily’s thighs in a miniature Headbutt. West’s clasp loosened enough for Sanders to feel like she wouldn’t lose a couple chunks of scalp so she popped onto her toes, slung Emily forward and dropped to her tush, just PLANTING the smaller brunette against the mat with a flawless Sit-Out Powerbomb. Holding on after impact, Kristy placed her ankles over Emily’s biceps and leaned into her foe’s upturned haunches to keep her down and out for…
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xroW_nu3itU
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Emily smacked her legs against Kristy’s ears and turned onto one side, keeping her title safe for at least another three seconds. Sanders Part Deux raked a hand through her hair, then pounded it against the mat, her only show of frustration. When her nerves were settled she slid back, stood up and promptly snatched a double handful of hair. Yanking Emily onto her knees, the Minnesota Mauler crouched beside her and purred,
“Get a good look at the canvas now, brainiac. You won’t be seeing it for a long while.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when she tossed West forward and down into a face-first collision with the mat. Emily shuddered and placed one hand to her face while the other massaged the back of her head. Otherwise she made no attempt to move, which Kristy took as tacit approval to stomp to the nearest corner. The FAWNatics, always pleased when Emily got some comeuppance, grew all the louder as the Krazy half of Krazy Shea went out onto the apron and climbed to the high rent district.
Rising to her full five foot seven (
) Kristy stretched her arms into a wide ‘T’, then brought them together in a finger pistol which she aimed squarely at the head of her recovering adversary. “All right, bytch.” Sanders whispered. “Stand up. It’s time for me to tip you over.”Several feet removed, Emily put both hands against the mat and started to rise. Kristy waited until she was upright but still doubled over before she sprang out into the void, her right leg kicked up and fully extended for a Kristy Krusher that-- Emily twisted aside with a whisper to spare, leaving the challenger to THAWHAM butt-first into the deck.
Silent only because the scream felt too big to leave her throat, Kristy pushed onto her knees and rolled onto all fours. Make that all threes, as she immediately dispatched one hand to inspect her throbbing tailbone. This all consuming attention was understandable considering the scope of the trauma recently endured, alas it meant her focus wasn’t on other things, the Black Queen chief among them. Fully upright after avoiding the Krusher, Emily assessed the situation in an instant and made the challenger pay a high price for her error by sprinting forward and THWHACKING her right foot against Sanders’s cheek in a brutal Soccer Kick.
SOCCER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aBfHfW9uzo
Kristy’s head snapped to the side and the rest of her followed thereafter, the blindsided challenger barrel rolling to within a few feet of the strands before coming to a stop. Weary but smiling all the same, Emily smoothed out her hair as she circled back around to the flattened brunette. “Something to keep in mind for your next match, dear.” The Malefic Malengine buried a hand in Sanders’s hair and lifted her head off the mat. “In hindsight a risk is only deemed courageous if it succeeds. Those that don’t are rightly labelled foolish and held up as a warning to others. If it’s any comfort, I believe you will serve FAWN far better as a warning, than a champion.”
It didn’t seem to matter to Kristy much one way or the other, seeing as how both hands hung limp at her sides as West scraped her off the mat. Leading her to the middle of the squared circle with no problem whatsoever, Emily tucked Sanders’s head under her left arm and slung the stricken woman’s near arm over her shoulders. Though she was quite satisfied with the depths of Kristy’s stupor, the Black Queen didn’t dawdle once the challenger was at her mercy. Equipped with her Facelock and a sturdy handful of leopard-print onsie, she dipped her knees and lifted her foe all the way to high noon. There she stayed for a full five seconds, more than enough time for Emily to turn a full circle, thus proving the show of strength was no illusion. Without warning she kicked both legs forward and laid out on her back which in turn brought Kristy THWHUNKING down full force on the crown of her skull. Kristy didn’t jolt or flop spasmodically, she merely settled out in a silent pool, the once fiery battler cooled to mere ashes of her former glory via the Cerebral Hemorrhage.
CEREBRAL HEMORRHAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpUT62xf_WU
Beside her, Emily West tapped her temple three times, then brushed a few fingers across the swell of her copious cleavage, thusly making sure they were damp when she ‘flicked’ a mist of sweat onto Sanders’s pretty face. “So much like your cousin. And neither of you realize it.”
Emily tsked softlty, then slung a leg over Kristy’s waist and climbed into a high straddle, one that saw her loop her right arm around the back of the Minnesotan’s defenseless head. From there she gripped her left bicep and cupped that hand against the back of Kristy’s head. As a final touch she rolled onto her side and wrapped both legs around the taller woman’s waist, a domineering and completely superfluous Bodyscissors considering that Kristy’s face had already been swallowed by the champion’s décolletage.
Careful to keep one shoulder off the mat at all times, West alternated pulses in the Scissors with a brief, powerful scrubbing of her prey’s features. She was ninety-nine point nine-nine percent certain Sanders was already unconscious, but she figured the bending of brunette nose against her sternum would remove all doubt and besides, Gladiatrix always loved a top down angle of her working the Front Sleeper.
Castle was equally convinced of the challenger’s unconsciousness, yet he held back long enough for the fans to get their cheers in. Once they’d gone unanswered for almost ten seconds, he dropped to one knee and tapped Kristy’s shoulder.
No response.
“Allow me to save you the trouble, Nicholas.” Emily said when the official reached for Kristy’s wrist. Before he could protest she rolled Kristy onto her back and transitioned from the Scissors to a Double Leg Grapevine. Stretching Sanders’s gams wide, Emily put her palms against the mat so that her devastating juggs could do the honors of the…
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Emily rolled her shoulders back n’ forth, gently nudging Kristy’s smudgy features with her girls to make sure there was no mistake. She’d just leaned back on her haunches when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… EMILY WEST!”
Her reign secure for another night, the Black Queen stood up and allowed Castle to raise her hand after he’d strapped the championship around her waist. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she put a boot on Kristy’s chest, a casually domineering reminder of her victory that’d look great on the Gladiatrix table of contents. “Tell me FAWN, have you learned your lesson?”
Jeers from all around, a show of willful obstinacy that made Emily’s head hurt. “So be it. We’ll meet back here tomorrow. But please, try to send a more durable proxy.” she pressed down on Kristy’s jugs with the toe of her boot, “how do you expect me to educate anyone with such flimsy materials?”
They didn’t respond with anything cogent, so Emily tapped her temple, then she climbed through the ropes and made her way up the aisle, the next lesson plan for FAWN already formulating between her ears.